training at Camp Jejune...
a bare twinklin' star
and the newest of moons
shone overhead
to a frog-song's croaked croon
the coverlets, quilty
the mosses moist, silty
as the pith of the matter
would've maddened a hatter
but strengthened the hamstrung
and many a bladder....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hmmmm I like my mosses moist....and D's newest poem too....