I wonder why this is
That when it comes to my profession,
I can off the specks, and put the sparks in people's eyes
But can't do nothing; take out the log off mine: that is;
As a writer, neither can I, properly, cup my tea, sorry, cross my ‘T'
Nor dab my eye... erm... dot my ‘I.'
But like you can see, I do try
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem