He loved his wife so dear.
But he loved more his Budweiser Beer.
His Budweiser would always be true.
And soothe his soul through and through.
He believed in his Budweiser more than anything.
Looking at a can of Budweiser tugged at his heartstrings.
He would hate to choose between his Bud and wife, this he did know.
Because his wife might have to go.
His Budweiser would be with him for life.
He could always find another wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem