She, now what, have you broken a wing
Have you somersaulted?
Landed, indigently forgetting how to sing
Why? Have you fallen off your perch?
Now what, your Lordship,
Oh my is your coffee too tepid
How about I shake your decorating ladder
See if I can't discern some stimulating light laughter.
Has the cat got your tongue
Didn't you get your fringe benefits?
Didn't the cat get any gold-top cream?
Now what, now what, now what!
Oh, how a lion cries with a thorn in its paw
Sure, you just lay there! Such selflessness…
Doh! Don't worry yourself, I'll do the dishes
Because I'm your… perfect Mrs.
Now what, now what, my dear one
'Do not butterflies dance in mid-courtship?
Are they not silhouetted?
As one! Even in a gale cupped
Such is a storm in a teacup'.
He 'now what' 'now what' 'now what'
Oh my god, doesn't she ever shut up?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I didn't know if I should grin or cringe.: -) Thanks for sharing, Mark. Peace