Fear of rats
When I came to my friend's house,
Doors were open he sat crying in a corner.
What's wrong, I said. I think I'm going mad
Saw a rat on the kitchen table eating butter.
Some animals have a streak of humour
They often laugh of our antics.
I went into the kitchen and saw many vermin
Feasting on butter sandwiches, I ran
Out of the house and shouted to the crier
I'll be back but have to go and buy bananas.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very interesting poem indeed. Loved it. Thanks for posting.