The palm trees were looking beautiful on the beach.
There were some pretty honies who seemed so out of reach.
But he gave some of them his best rap.
They told him that he was just a piece of crap.
His tomcat told him, buddy I'm still your friend.
These honies turning you down is the greatest sin.
We can go down to the bar.
And drink our Bud from a mason jar.
And you can drown your sorrow in those delicious suds.
And those disrespectful honies can eat mud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem