Peter's on the phone, to see if I'm OK
Won't answer my emails, to busy says he
And then he questions my poetical pedigree
He's casting doubt upon my talent…
In this, the land of the free!
He says it appears that I'm trying to rhyme
(And I have made some serious attempts)
"Please don't send me any more" he cries
Aw, strewth, its tough goin', this trying to be a poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem