If you'll loan me two thousand I'll thank you a lot
It's for Jean's operation.. she's quite over-wrought
You'd just gamble it away
I am sorry to say
Oh you don't understand... gambling money I've got
Priorities are where we place them. Ol' Wes knows how life works by now.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lucky Americans able to rhyme 'wrought' with 'cot'. Downunder it goes with 'court'.
Wes is Canadian, Doug, but his rhymes are perfect with us Americans, too!
WRORT? sheesh Canadians generally are as close to the dictionary as anyone in pronunciation