During dinner talk
I hear her say,
His poems are very clever.
She said it loud, and all could hear;
(she said it out of spite)
And some who heard her say it, thought,
Isn't she so nice.
Clever. Clever. Clever.
Clapped inside my head,
For earlier she reproached me
For not reaching out instead.
I should ladle bowls of soup,
Drive the elderly wherever,
Volunteer to save the planet,
Comfort those in need of such,
Or visit with the sick.
Clever.Cleverer.Cleverest.
Clever's how she spoke;
I find it now so obvious,
She's not read a word I wrote
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
maybe she read that one that's a little bit clever