From https://www.themarysue.com/emoji-poetr/

Translation for the poem on the left-side of the page:

 

The balls are on the green,

the cure for all ills is playing ball,

so even behind the eight-ball,

stay on target, in the running,

to be a king with diamonds sparkling,

perky like fresh-brewed coffee,

dressed to the nines, in all weather,

wearing top hats and tails, or

the highest of very-high heels,

sipping martinis (or is it wine).

So swallow the right pills,

staying right-on target,

walking through towns

in the rainy weather.