What ho! A day’s work is done.
Work indeed! For I’ve done none.
No bread is earned, no bacon won,
Oh, the sand of words is run.
For me there’s no appreciation,
For you can’t sell poems to an American.
Quite a catchy poem, one can sense some element of arrogance on the last line - good one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like this one, but the last two lines are what drive it home. Great poem.