(lim'rick) Seems There's Always A Catch
Husband Zeke died...His ol heart it got broke
An he left all his blongins to me, the ol' soak
But it seems there's a catch
Like there always is, natch
Gotta be fourteen first.. (wouldn't that make you choke?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mind you those hundred bottles of Whisky, Gin and Rum will be worth waiting for. It will be some Birthday Party, that's for sure.. I am assuming his legacy is mainly liquid assets, as it were.
More likely moonshine, , good thought