“Hi, can I take your order, Sir? ”
Had said the waitress to a man.
“Bring gold and frankincense and myrrh.”
“But Sir, I don’t know that I can.”
“And why is that? ” the man had said,
a look of disdain in his eyes.
The waitress, now with shake of head
replied, “I don’t think that is wise.”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like this patrick. the humor and feel of it is like a limerick. -glen