This is the story of a cockerel and a pullet.
Her name is Diana; not the princess
And his name is Charles; but not the prince.
Anyway the poor two creatures are true exemplary lovers.
Meanwhile the cunning poulterer writes in his blood-stained business diary the dates of their unfair destiny to the town butchery.
Nice slice on loving today Nimal! great work, it has been a busy day of creativity on PH today....makes a nice change...smiling at you, Tai
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A sad song indeed. But, perhaps, it is just as well that the cockerel and the pullet are unaware of their brutal destiny. Ten for your originality. Always your friend, Sandra