I was so upset after reading this fancy letter from an unknown.
Hey! Pen pusher you have an uncle here,
Perhaps you have no idea.
Never mind, I have a large graphite mine
And the old Foreman leaves soon.
I am sure that you can handle this task.
Don't get frighten son
Come and see me soon.
I am good-for-nothing
And waiting for my termination.
It's a gymkhana sonny and here's my address,
Philadelphia.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem