Steamy Evenings
But not through romance
Sweaty Gonads
In Many male pants
Strange 'Earthy' fragrances
Waft through the air
Itchy and scratchy
Appearing, 'down there'
As temperatures rise
So do the odours
So much personal hygiene
Expelled from the owners
An upsurge in smells
That ravage the nose
A result of the warming
Global, I suppose
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem