She was at the local bar looking so good.
That his manhood became wood.
So he approached her like a good player should.
And they started fooling around.
And he found out that she also had wood.
Looks fooled him that time.
But sometimes those kinds of things happen in the hood.
But he was at the bar looking to hump chicks not wood.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lolol Yeah, North Hills, San Diego rock on. Very funny