There once was a man who saw a big house,
he looked like a toad and walked like a mouse.
He saw a diamond shining crimson red.
He thought to himself 'the owners are in bed'.
So he opened the door and went into the house,
silently scuttering just like a mouse.
He looked around, then sniffed the air,
slipping his hands through his short curly hair.
There was a loud snort coming from upstairs,
could only be the snore from those billionares.
He left this behind him and went ahead,
looking for the diamond that was crimson red.
And then he smiled, to his surprise,
it was right there infront of his very eyes.
His devilsh smile grew bigger and greater,
thanking Satan for his great encounter.
His fingers rose above the jewel,
he snached it then laugthed like a mule.
He tip-toed out the house like a gothic fairy,
not knowing it belonged to his daughter, Mary.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem