Cheeky is my smoochy cat
She gets stroked every day
And as for cousin’s moonlit
Cheek tis but beg the question
Was it recent or of long retell
Tis not made clear as it could repel.
And if it hinges on oil - perhaps water
Holy apparitions should indeed be sought
As peeking can be costly if you are ever caught
The Pope I here is coming your way
Confessional blessings for you I pray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem