"Poem Hunter pretty queen rules this site, "
Every poet writes but it is Mahakul's trite
That she chooses and makes a poem of the day
All, all to the learned poor readers' dismay
I will not cry. If I do, Mahakul will cry even more
He might go kill himself at the holy Ganges' shore
No one will be left at poemhunter to flatter the queen
Unflattered queens hate you, you know what do I mean
Your poems will not see the light of the day
on poemhunter, no matter how much you cry or pray
Poetic puppetery is as sweet as the poem hunter queen is
I have never kissed her, though they say she really wiz is
For she is the first to spot the graces of god of great Mahakul
lest she be ungraced, she puts him on top and thinks she's a bulbul
The pretty poemhunter queen who loves the sweetest songs
But loves most of Mahakul, the poemhunter poet king kong's
When a fine flatterer finds a fabulous flatteree, fulsome or otherwise
they will fall fully in love, you know pretty well, to no one's surprise
- more to come later at readers' requests
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem