She doesn't fit my box,
he said.
So I'll just cut her where I've
marked in red.
Oh no! She still won't go inside.
She is just a bit too wide.
So I'll take a little off each side.
She fits my box at last,
he said.
And he was right but
she was dead.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem