In a rush to buy her present
I tripped upon a stone
I gashed my leg and cut my arm
And hurt my funny bone
I crawled along the footpath
As I strained to get in-store
But the gift had gone from the counter
And was not there anymore
So I cursed my luck and left there
And limped all the way home
And promised I'd try tomorrow
And be less cumbersome
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's a bit late for reading Christmas poems but I'm glad I read yours. Its jaunty rhythm brought me to live at this ridiculously early hour 5.20am! I read your two previous poems re Christmas too and was very impressed with your sense of rhythm. And the humour isn't bad either. Tom Billsborough