Of all the things he could have said,
That popped out instead.
'What? ! ' I cried.
He was surely fried.
My glare transfixed him,
His chances of escape were slim.
Emotions came to him easy.
He was already looking quite queasy,
To have said what he did.
Boiled my temper
And blew my lid
Of all the things
He could have said,
That popped out instead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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