There was an old soldier named Stu
Who fell in a big pot of glue;
Of old, he'd placate
Or would prevaricate,
Now he sticks to his guns - he has too!
(Written Nov 2012)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There was an old sailor called Stu' who couldn't abide pointy shoes as he trod on my toes he got right up my nose and my how I blew, wouldn't you!