Bill lost his mind the other day.
No idea where he left it.
He asked his wife who said
she hadn't seen it.
She took him to a counselor
who said therapy might help
but the cost was in the clouds
at least a Benjamin a visit.
He said he'd think it over
but how can he do that?
He lost his mind the other day.
No idea where he left it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem