The snake pit at the Toronto Zoo had been flooded and
slithering snakes were everywhere. The zookeeper
was unable to contain them and he said in desparation
to one of his workers:
"Go to the magistrate's court, Ray
Get a lawyer or one of his sort, eh?
To dicker with the snakes,
for heavens sakes,
With speaking their language his forte."
(gasp! ... it's an asp!)
Now you made me look up zounds and forsooth. As for the snake, you need Harry Potter. G'day Wes.
Right ON Wes! It's the lawyers that keeps us from Justice or peace
your 'lawyer' makes fun of a serious situ-a-shun. There's nothing wrong with that.; unless a snake ate a meerkat.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yo spock plus as many letters as required