A flighty young artist named Rose
Kept painting her fingers and toes;
But she didn't stop there
Because, just for a dare
She continued and painted her nose.
(Written Dec 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe I shouldn't have offered those words of encouragement. Hmm...... Oh well, too late now! Great limerick! Always makes me smile, even when I don't want to! Powerful stuff - don't stop.