Bah!
(or baaaaaa..)
Gimme lamb shanks.
One could bar banks
and get those shanks
on my own fire.
The banks could be the buyer.
They freeze money.
Chill out, guys.
I'm thinking of MY milk and honey.
I don't care about all that.
My stove's going.
I've nothing owing.
Just give me the shanks,
thanks.
(in collaboration with George BernardBloodyShaw)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely collaboration penned with intense feelngs...Thanks!