Not much to report of in Hawkesdale last night
Even at the pub things did seem very quiet
No verbal disagreement that could lead to a fight
Though one man was heard singing in the moonlight,
Not much to report of last night in Kirkstall
Though high on a gum tree a boobook did call
When the pub had closed the silence was profound
And the place seemed deserted with no one around
The report card from Woolsthorpe as usual was clean
Though above the Village a strange object was seen
By one intoxicated walking home from the bar
Perhaps he had been looking at a falling star
And nothing to report of last night for today
From three local Villages and that does seem okay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem