In a home for battered ones,
run by aseptic looking nuns
rings the wall-mount telephone
hubby wants to pick a bone.
Woman yells leave me alone
keep to yourself your tiny bone.
It never was what I expected
it is the reason I defected.
Hubby looks at his humdinger
it is bigger than a finger.
Tells his mate that life is tough,
girls can never get enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmm....what can I say....hmmmm...