I wrote a note while on a boat
The sea was very stormy
The squiggly lines, from time to time
Might have told a maritime story
The motion, as the swells grew huge
Made nonsense of the scene
I tried to write, with all my might
While turning rather green
And when the storm was over
I read my story through
But all there was were squiggly lines
In a sea of sick and poo!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem