Oftentimes life and Nature decide to give you
That which you'd never give your bitterest foe,
A bitter cup from which you must drink;
And sour content like gall, you'd think.
I met a lady called Susanna Leighton;
Never heard her talk so I knew not her tone
But her face was sweet and her figure sexy,
And I figured she'd to be adequately classy.
It was on this new site called Podio
Where they existed as a learned trio:
Her and Bob Maiti who's from Denmark,
And Stig Cornelius whose details I lack.
So, thrilled I began chatting with her,
And she returned not a single "fine sir! "
I continued, being a fellow of untiring zeal,
For my passion for her burnt to kill.
Still the heartless beautiful Susanna would not answer me,
And I cried and cried, and hoped cute Susanna would kinder be!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow such a nice piece. Please Susanna do something. I like