The victim of a hit and run,
Pablo Picasso did assist
In profiling the guilty one,
By sketching out a suspect list.
In company of male police,
(Ladies distracted Pablo's art)
He assembled his masterpiece,
Pouring into it soul and heart.
He toiled with angles day and night.
At last authorities did see
The art reflecting his insight.
The suspects were narrowed down to three:
The Eiffel tower, a shot gun,
And, of course, a one-legged nun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is hilarious! And well-crafted, too.