When the angels shed tears it is raining.
When it thunders it's devils in training.
When you sit on the pot
(in a hurry or not) ,
you'll be freeing things better by straining.
Saw a fellow (an old human being) ,
at a Casuarina tree, peeing.
His companion, a dog,
raised his leg on a log,
he was blind and his eyes weren't seeing.
You may ask what I'm smoking or using,
I'd reply that I'm partial to boozing.
Once they call me a hearse
it's too late for a verse,
until then may my words be amusing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes they're funny sometimes they're not depends where the dog is when you need to use the bog and whether you're drinking Jägermeister bombs whilst inking for a funeral may be planned by the Forum mob