I had Brobdingnagian fun recently,
staring in amazement at a lady in
Herero traditional wear –
concluding then and there that my
choice of the traditional would be
a Marie Antoinette dress, complete
with roses on the bodice, and as I
pass people will whisper behind their
hands: Look at that Brobdingnagian
dress, it must be commensurate with a
Brobdingnagian ego - I would simply
pass them by, dancing to the tune of
a minuet that plays in my ears only...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is fun...brobdingnagian or otherwise...nicely done...Coach