Abstractedly you chew
your cheese sandwich
& chew your hair
that the wind has blown
into the next bite
pulling you up with an 'Ouch! '
Hoisted by your own petard
as Shakespeare would have put it.
The wind sniggers.
Oh!
The dangers of
...self-mastication!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem