trundles 'round on the deck....
the naysayers fumin', tsk-tsk,
foam flecks..
.on the gun'ls, that spray,
hey, it makes the day
one of unplugged bungs
and a hipper hooray....
it has gotta be said...
it has gotta be done...
.....tongues, tales go a-wag....and it sure is fun......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem