I've lost enough shirts
In the stock market,
Now I feel cold,
My nest egg has dwindled,
That's for not keeping,
More eggs in my basket,
Instead making omelets,
Bad and bold.
A la swindle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of what can happen when dabbling in shares? you can be like one of many left with egg on their faces? ..................well written