Today…
I was delivered a monkey …
Dressed in red I pulled her from a box
Disrobing carefully I uncovered
her tutu pink held in, full belly, none short of grace
whilst a cheeky grin smirked wickedly… “shot”
cause she’d got her hands on bow and arrow
yet cupid obviously was a salad mix of up
and her Pliés were up the duff
now whether it was ballet that she really did yearn
of Saubresaut or of demi-pointes no clue could she discern
she wore a halo, wings of white,
but her toes held no useful positions
of Sur le cou-de-pied
but her counts of waltz drummed to heated beats
towards a red heart directionally flexed
where her technique of tendu was surely the best
and I finally got the message deep inside
with guess and bet and knew and who
Tis the season and Valentine is due
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem