I have things to say,
But to write it your way
I would have to read the dictionary
For a week and a day
I know what I feel
And so I will write
Perhaps it is a bit
Shallow and trite
Sometimes a bit childish
A pure waste of good ink
But there is no interpretation
No need to think
My message is simple
So my words are quite plain
If your searching for secrets
Then you've come in vain
I offer no mysteries
No great minds to bend
Compared to Robbie Burns
I’m his donkeys rear end
So if you feel my verse
Is an offense to your senses
A screech on a blackboard
A run through barbwire fences
You do have my sympathies
My greatest condolence
I offer you tissue
For your tears of forbearance
And as you search elsewhere
For the greatest of prose
That I am sure you will find
At the end of your nose
May you always remember
Should you grow tired and vain
My message is simple
And my words are quite plain
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem