I woke up bright and early
the sun was shinging bright.
I thought I would get the Harley
and take it for a ride.
I went into the lounge room
the bike it wasn't there.
He's left me to my poems to
become a millionaire.
As I sit here at the computer
he's out there having fun.
Its ok for him,
Im the one with a sore bum.
But! I will have the last laugh
as I am counting all my money.
I will go and buy a Fatboy and
take of with a honey.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem