I had thought things were moving quite nicely
In my yacht (I had purchased it pricely)
When all progress just ceased
P'raps the gods were dis-pleased?
I knew naught of the reason, precisely...
said Tom... DIS-GUST-EDLY
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Up the creek without a paddle.: -)
thanks lad.. I sometimes need the encouragement