With a silly grin and
a heavy sigh
I grab my last brown
banana. Call
in the neighbors honey and
bring the super 8.
Don't
mind the squeals
of delight as I
head for the shower
once again to
make pudd'n for the
holidays.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ahahahah.... You would've had a promising career in the underground papers of LA or any other major city during the sexy sixties, Scotty. You still could, if you wanted. Or ainchu ambitious?