There was a young man from Warsaw
Who viewed life full of awe
His wife was a harpie,
One day she got narkie
And cut off his head with a saw.,
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Mary had a little lamb
A lobster and some prunes,
A glass of wine, apiece of pie
A plate of mushrooms
She gobbled down a sponge cake
And what else we dont know
but when they carried Mary out
Her face was white as snow
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liked em both. Adeline