This morn when I got out of bed
I couldn't get you out of my head
I twitched and turned & miserably spurned
This feeling new I learned
I gobbled up my boney meal
And went outdoors to seal the deal
My eyes kept darting right and left
I couldn't see you, I felt bereft
With a nice pat, I patiently sat
And watched the world from the ground flat
Flowers crowned me a beautiful halo
The bog was tempting, but too shallow
So I sat by the wicket gate
Deeply pondering my silly fate
When all at once I felt a prick
This feeling is really making me sick
Up I jumped from the sunny glade
I have to find some heavenly shade
I rolled on the long tufts of grass
Even if it was really crass
I gave myself a good lick
When lo & behold
Like in days of old
I finally see the blue tic!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem