Ahem
A beautiful fish, how sad,
That he became comatose -
A comatose herring alas
Comatose alas.
He fell into his coma,
Fell into it,
Yesterday as he got caught
By a fishing rod.
But there is hope
For better days,
Soon, I hope,
It's possible.
Part 2
O herring
In a coma,
I have a proposition to make:
I'll get you out of that coma.
Soon there'll be happy days,
Tomorrow,
When I get you out of that coma,
That blights you so.
Alas, the coma
Is not to be,
As my friend - Peter - will
Help me.
Together we'll get you out
Of that coma
Which blights you so, alas,
We shall help you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
one of the more interesting poems in the contest. i like how it moves along swiftly. i can't help thinking frying pan? i score it good; maybe it's better. :)