It’s a mono-Polly’d nation;
Polly-wogs in purple Polly-hedrons,
And Polly-vinyl plastic dolls
Getting blown up by inflation
And husbands embracing Polly-andry;
Polly-theists courting Polly-glots;
They speak in Polly-syllabic tongues
Wearing Polly-ester what-nots.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem