Every so often there appears to be
Some strange goings on in Shrewsbury library
Books go missing along with a pensioner or two
And now the hunt is on of who owns the missing shoe
It may be totally absurd to think
But recently there's been complaints about a terrible stink
So much so the staff now wear pegs on their noses
And spray the library of sweet smelling roses
But if only the staff knew
That far below in a room hidden from view
There's a person who thinks she's a queen
A queen of the paper shredding machine
Someone who, when paper runs out
Will entice any poor unsuspecting lout
Take him or her deep into her den
Where their life will soon become to an abrupt end
Head first in they go
Until only what's left is a nail of a big toe
For a fine necklace she plans to make
And with all the rest fine Shropshire cake
But unfortunately for her things went wrong
When the smell became too strong
So now she's locked away and can't be seen
Outside the door a warning sign – SHREDDING HAS-BEEN
With her hands and feet tied to the bed
She continues to scream for more things to shred
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha! This is so great! ! ! Bring on some more of these please! ! Nicely done! ! !