Liking to drivel
Is wanting to riddle
A puzzle so witty
For you I feel pity...
Your mind is a blank
With writings so rank
I wish you some luck
For now you must duck.
The legions are yours
So you May knock doors
Till you find in your mind
That you're like to this kind
What value have thee
When thou seeist me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem