Oh hear the sad story of Philamon Potter;
While married to Alice, fell in love with an otter.
On holiday, fishing, they say that he caught her;
It was love at first sight, many trinkets he bought her;
Her wild, playful nature made Philamon hotter,
And Alice, his wife, well he must have forgot her;
It was mutual passion for Phil and his otter,
That sleek little, slim little riverine daughter.
Then in burst the door of their hut by the water-
“Take that, ” shouted Alice, “You unfaithful rotter! ”
With Papa’s old Wesley, she shot him and shot her,
And that’s the sad story of Philamon Potter!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hey John: An otterly wonderful poem with all the hallmarks of a truly poetical work. Invite you to read some of mine. Especilly -Indebted. Adeline