Tangling dangling on the spot
Nitty gritty in the sort
Nooks crannies to seek
Crying lying like a sick
Arrant nonsense not to condone
Not nut? Hay well done
Pray pray be not prey
Work walk makes a way
Lost lust in the realm
Black white in the wheel
Scribe strive till last
Slow steady makes fast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem