Lady wants to
Kiss a rose?
What do I care?
It’s her affair.
For all she knows
There’s a bee in there.
One little slip
And it’s a fat lip.
Or at least open your eyes
So there’s no surprise
Better stick to kissing
Your latest squeeze
Or you’ll be
Blowing in the breeze! .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem