Twas 1918 and the great war was a roaring all across Europe. 
Course I wasn’t allowed to enlist on account
of mah bum leg, so ah spent a good amount
a time at the sodey fountain 
tryin tah get this cute little thing
named Charlotte to notice me. 
Charotte was missin one eye on account
of a bar fight and wore a patch everywhere, 
but tah me she was mah whole world.
I nevah did get Charlotte to go out
with me cause the day ah finally got 
up the courage to ask her tah go steady with me
she dun got run over bah a train…
guessin she couldn’t see it cause
it come at ‘er on the same side as her eyepatch.
So ah guess the moral of the story is
either go for a lady with two eyes, 
or dun pass up opportunity. 
I dun know which.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
Best poem ever really. Ya'll can stop writing now.