A silly musician named June
Blew up a big rubber balloon;
When she got it just right
She could squeeze the neck tight
And so from it produce a nice tune.
(Written Dec 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh my, I can't take anymore! I'm acquainted with this British gent Writing limericks, all his time is spent Though his silly words I deride He's driving me to suicide But I'm sure that was not his intent! What the heck - if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. Lots of fun, Sir John