(limerick)Oh Those Smoke Rings
"Well I tell ya, Giselle, no one knows...
He blows smoke rings from out of his nose."
"So why worry, my girl
Just let the rings curl."
"He don't smoke... and my worry it grows."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You don't wanna know from where I blow smoke rings.: -)
You must remember to encourage ol WES from time to time