I brought a poem
Into a room
Of well-to-dos.
They went to
North American schools.
They looked at it
For
A middle-class clue.
"It's a poem, " I said.
"... I'm a poet
...and violets are blue."
Said someone who
Said she knew
A poem or two.
To my dismay
And distaste,
They'd never heard
Of Keats or Yeats,
But everyone knew
Of Dr. Seuss.
I will write a rhyming verse
On a dog, a cat and simple mouse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem