Would you breathe into this tube?
The policeman asked the man
Who'd been weaving in the traffic,
Causing many traffic jams.
Sorry, Ossifer, No can do
Was the driver's quick reply
I have asthma; I'd turn blue
And I sure don't want to die.
Give me a blood sample, then
Said the cop, quite out of breath
No, I'm hemophiliac
If I do, I'll bleed to death
Now the cop was out of patience
With this crafty, stalling chump
Said the cop, Walk this white line, then
I can't do that, sir. I'm drunk.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem