Again, Giorgio repeated his version of the little man's name.
'And, that's why you were late? '
'Uh-huh. Sorry.'
Giorgio was more than apologetic. He was sincere. It was nice.
'Rumpleforeskin, Rumpleforeskin, ' I chanted, sitting back-
it had a certain ring.
Anyway, there was no convincing Giorgio.
'So, Giorgio, how was your week? '
'Let me tell you about it.'
The session began.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem