When shopping for bagels remembering
the one I ate helped dad to pick through
some others.
Remember open mouths frequently lose
the cheese it's hold on mold.
The paths that are most commonly tread
usually lead from dens to wolves.
Laughter's medicine left me with way more
than broken ribs.
The wench in England left her knickers half
way to home plate forgetting her leg.
Finally if you look around you will notice that
the bigger the head the smaller the eyes and
even smaller nostrils.
I have a headcase now..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am reminded of Syd Barrett's mind numbing slip from reality. Too smart indeed. My head just imploded. If I rearranged the words, will it have the same menaing?