Peter Pan milks the cow's udder....
When'st he is not churning, his own, brand of peanut butter.
He has a little pixie friend, named stinker bell...
She is now due, nine month's off...
She has a cold and a cough....
Her nose is all clogged up and she cannot smell.
She is always mixing drinks from her still...
That she drinks until she does swell and does to her tummy, she fills.
She zig zags, here and there, in mid flighted air...
Don't look at her frizzled up hair.
They call her stinker, because she drinks and dives...
She used to hang out in bars and cheap alcoholic dives.
She is slated to have her flying license revoked from the FAA...
She has a flying problem, that is not, too okay.
Bad habits, hardly ever die..
Even, if you drink and fly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i love this. it's great.