I am so proud,
I told my mother,
your son the poet!
So when you look
at the five hundred,
they have been fixed,
so says Poo-hound.
So if they have
given the hatred
I would be down
by many notches.
Judge for yourselves
and read my poems
I'll try to write them
in better style,
and in the end
we will sing praises
for those whose poems
died with them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
oh my god this is lovely.....lllllll