Woman, I need a pen
Here, man, have it
Not that WOMAN
Am not a capenter
Who makes CASKETS
For the departing?
Am a weaver.
I weave BASKETS
For the arriving.
You are insane MAN
The pen is with you.
Nooooo woman!
I don't mean
My third short leg?
I mean a cigarette
For my lips to peg.
Man, Ok then
Your wage is less
By shilling ten.
Relieved STRESS.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting style. I was somehow expecting the third short leg, because of the trio woman - pen - men.