A panda comes in a cafe,
And orders the veggie delight.
The waitress serves without delay,
And hopes that the order's all right.
After the panda's meal is done,
He say thanks with a lot of charm,
Then stands up and pulls out a gun,
And shoots the waitress in the arm.
As all bear an astounded look,
The panda walks out through the door.
The wounded waitress asks the cook,
'What's the panda doing this for? '
'It's just his way, if one believes'
'That a panda eats shoots and leaves.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem