today i purchased a candle
yes it got on me wick
it didn't have a handle
just a tiny stick
smells of vanilla essence
well that made me sick
read on the label obsolescence
well then i began to lick
craving for that hot wax
on my tongue very slick
then i went to the quacks
who told me i was thick
well later on in years
i began to start to pick
wax from me ears
which i light for a trick
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem