There once was a stock-man named Gaz
Who constantly got on your waz;
He chirped every day
In a bird kind of way
Like the prisoner from old Alcatraz.
(Written March 2004)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well, as like your other great limericks this one is great and unique too. so great and nice. the story is so funny and great.