There was a dog.
He was big, and black, and woolly
- And he bit people.
I liked him a lot,
But our family had to move, and he was shot.
My father had bright blue eyes
I thought he knew everything.
He used to hit the dog with a stick,
And once he put a live crab in my mother's bed,
She didn't think it was funny.
I was sorry for crabs,
They were boiled alive,
And couldn't even cry out,
Only hiss and bubble.
The aunts were always arguing
They had prickly cactus on the windowsills
And old dogs with smelly ears.
I didn't care,
I used to watch the sea for hours,
I knew the names of all the cows,
And the best one was named after me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem