Why do you think they wear goggles?
To keep their eyeballs in?
The two orbs are not trying to escape.
All they want is a little protection
From the stuff flying at you as you pick up speed.
You don't need the goggles
Quietily sitting writing a poem.
You need them,
Firmly strapped on,
When you're out there;
Collecting the stuff
You'll need to write a poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi there, A very clever tongue in cheek account of life at the sharp end of writing poetry, the serious message here is not lost in the humor, only strengthened by it -well done! Neil.