Men are not efficient
They slow and ponderous too
They fail to wash the dishes
And make 'sprinkles' in the loo
Men are just a waste of space
For so much they take up
Men are disobient
And don't deserve no love
Men are bad at grammar
And their spelling is quite dire
So woe betide the hapless man
Who lights miss moya's fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How funny that this poem is so apt for me! Nice poem David! Moyaxxx