Van woke his wife up to have some late-night conversation.
She said, go back to sleep you insomniac piece of crap.
So he got up and went into the kitchen.
And then drank a couple cans of Budweiser.
And then he went back to bed and was in dream world.
It was much nicer talking to Jennfer Lopez in his dreams.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem