One fine day as I surveyed my collection of collectibles,
There was a crack, thump-bang, while swallowing delectables.
No sooner had I turned my head, that
I spied on the periphery of bad vision,
Another oncoming really bad decision.
How will I thwart the beastly thought
to wander, to wane and not get caught?
Pontificating and deducing the alternatives here
I sweated through the panic and
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem