My wife was sworn to three day fishing trips
I tried to make them short
Like the pole vaults out of bed
She caught me at the door
My tackle in hand
Naught a lure in sight
Sailors delight.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hey John your poem brought a smile to my face on a night when work left me with nothing to smile about.So thanks John I enjoyed reading