In the cold, cold night, 
A slippy-toed fright.
An indescribable plight, 
It was an invite, 
Into the black-tar night.
It wasn't much of a delight, 
And it wasn't very polite, 
But at the end of the nite, 
There was a bite..
What a sweet delight.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    