Lot left the salty city in a hurry
with Mrs. Lot because it was hellacious,
and fiery brimstone fell down in flurry
on her salacious, him quite soon fellatious.
4/24/06
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sounds like my kind of guy! ; -) Winking at you, Gersh, Gina.