Came back home tired and sad.
Wrapped myself up in a plaid.
Opened a bottle of cognac.
Felt its warmth and a good smack...
Then...I was said
To be seen in that plaid
In three night clubs
And two Irish pubs.
Larisa Rzhepishevska
12th of April,2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Then...I was said To be seen in that plaid In three night clubs And two Irish pubs.' Why? What is its relation with taking the cognac?