I have a gentleman's question
I have questions - lots, how did it go,
I'd inform you, but I only had,
Have these very few moments in which to sow.
Okay, then dear chap, dear man
Make-it-swift then, writes me a poem,
If only I-had-time, I'd give you
My words opening, prelude in rhyme.
Don't tease us, sir, with mystical silence
That just will-not-do, conform
Confess we want precise details
And the measure of her underclothing dress.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
loving the meaning of the poem.the ending is brilliant.