Dad!
Try as hard as I can,
I won’t be able to finish the inventory.
Count up the boxes of bolts and screws.
List them according to head type,
Length, and numbered thickness.
Then double check the tally.
At this point I just don't have the wherewithal.
How could I possibly enter all those details.
Just one look at the lines and columns confuses me!
Plus, exacting cost price and summing page totals,
Running entries from bookkeeping sheet to sheet,
Those kinds of computations demand a clear head.
My mind's a mess. I'm sick.
The accountant will have to wait.
Let's hope I feel better.
Blame Aphrodite,
Soft as she is
She has almost
Killed me with
Love for that girl.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem