Johnny died unexpectedly on his couch.
While watching an old episode of Gunsmoke.
He had a Budweiser Beer in one hand.
And was patting his bulldog Buddy with the other hand.
His bulldog said, I can't let the rest of this Bud go to waste.
So he raised his paw in toast.
And said, goodbye and godspeed to you old friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem