After saying he was asking a dead poet
for her missing works to transport,
a medium poet, being canny,
therefore unwilling to say 'there aren't any',
said 'there are none of equal value',
thus saving himself further thought.
But, being canny, you know
you have to have something to show,
so when he said another dead one was there,
like most medium nerds,
he wrote what he'd written himself before
in slightly different words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem