Jhon Craig,
A collector of work
Accumilating work
Has become his passion
Some of his work
Years and years old
Still not a fingermark on them
I love to watch someone work, he says
I love to save work, he says
Still why
Is everyone calling him lazy bones?
He donot know
Jhon Craig
A lover of work
Taking great pride in his work
He takes it down now and then
Why? To dust it!
Still he boasts about
'No one keeps work
In a better preservation
Than I Do....! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! '
(Based on a character in the story 3 men in a boat)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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