While mooching around in the kitchen
(a place that I seldom go)
I found something I'd been seeking
in a place I did not know.
It was something that I was wanting,
t'was part of the puzzlers kit
for if a piece was just not fitting;
I could bash it and make it fit
Dorothy hoped that it would not be found
for now her peace is shattered
as the house echoes with the sound
of a jigsaw being battered
(see picture)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hahaha. Indeed when we become frenetic with game mania others have to hide them inorder to break the chain and I say sometimes they are really good. Enjoyable read.