A poor young rat on the mats
Behind the gunny bag of potatoes
Holding a half eaten one firmly.
When I peeped with a curiosity
It tried to run hurriedly
And I just smiled friendly.
Then it stopped and started a Singsong;
'Master you should know my cute kitten?
She gave me a hug in the kitchen
And I begged her to elope soon
But she cried as her Father's a born Racist!
Specifically hates the rats.
If you become a negotiator
That would be much appreciated
As I love her deeply.
We could bring a bunch of offspring merrily
And solve this long-standing vengeance playfully! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem