He screamed at the page
with clamorous noisy thoughts.
But the page
just looked at him blankly
told him
in no uncertain terms
where he could shove
his thoughts
and that if he ever dared
to lay one finger
upon her
she would scream.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
“Like that! ”
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
“Shhhhhhhhhhh...shhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
The poet
(mortified)
cap in hand
ran off as fast as his legs could carry him
the scream
of the page
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ”
chasing after him.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ha ha ha ha ha ha! ! ! You are sooooo clever Donall! Love it... HG: -) xx