There's never a dull moment as far as I can see
about a lady who's a librarian in Shrewsbury.
Come what may she's a darling of the town,
always seen driving her Eos with the hood down.
Hard as nails and an ass to match
she'll make someone a perfect- dare I say – catch.
So anything you need to know is inside her head.
Reading books to keep her brain well-fed.
But this Joan d'arc of the literary world
has a secret that has yet to unfold.
Given a chance she likes nothing more than to cook
exciting things that turns heads and not pages of a book.
So here's an example and you'll understand why,
this lady loves making all sorts of pies -
be it vegetarian, pork or something special like Creole,
the main ingredient will always be soul.
Whether it be human, dog or cat,
who cares, she's enjoys herself and that's that.
And whilst her poor old dog Goober lies there waiting for fate
she's busy deciding what would be nice to put on a plate.
Hot dog, burger, fish finger or cottage pie
no doubt thinking what to do when poor Goober dies.
So, be not in haste,
for if supper is late,
Goober is not dead, but is there licking his dinner plate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem