My prose
isn't elegant,
my poetry
not so fab,
my essays
unintelligent,
my speeches
rather drab.
My singing
is for the shower;
at protests
I am shy.
When I pun
people glower,
my jokes
usually go awry.
Nothing ever happens
when I shout SHAZAM!
To tell the truth
I often fib,
but whatever else
I am
you'll have to admit
I'm glib.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem