There was a young man from St. Paul
Who found he had only one ball
He said we can use it
But we better not lose it
Or we can't play ping pong at all.
His foe, Wun Hung Lo, who was gay
Said, We mustn't let monorchidism ruin our play.
Don't worry about that mother as we can get more
The very next time that we go to the store
And that's all that I have to say.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem