Fish and rice,
Cola with ice.
Bread and buns,
Jokes and puns.
Live to eat,
or eat to live.
live and eat,
or eat and live.
Grandpa's jokes,
a gifted boon.
grandma's strokes,
with the spoon.
French fries,
for which dad lies,
Mom cries,
calls in flies.
Food fight,
Oh! what might,
a miserable sight,
everyone's plight.
There comes grand dad,
His temper bad.
'IS EVERYONE MAD'
Now Grandpa's sad.
There's our dinner,
breakfast, lunch and tea.
Peaceful as Hitler,
calm as the sea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem