today went metal detecting
dug up lots of muck
then i got reflecting
something serious was up
digging down really deep
shoveled up a pot of gold
was down about eight feet
standing there uncontrolled
twas a awesome, amazing sight
was all that gold, so shiny
then i saw a policeman light
his timing was untimely
grabbing Garrett 150, detector
i then began too quickly run
he shouted 'i'm a collector'
farmer shot him with a gun
the farmer couldn't believe
that gold that i had found
he started to heave
then heard the sirens sound
all that gold is mine
farmers emptying his slops
one hundred and twenty nine
gold colored milk bottle tops
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem