When I came into town
Wearing a blue light gown
I walked past a poor old man
That had a long white beard and a black pan
He smiled back, but then I began to seeth
Because he raised his black pan
And smacked me as hard as he can
When I turned to shout at the old guy
He was already running, waving bye
A woman saw me and shook her head
'That ancient swine, ' she suprisingly said
'you'd think he's mature enogh as a man,
But not that swine with his frying pan, '
I asked, 'Why did he hit me? '
'Oh, ' she answered, 'it's not only you, you see,
He bangs his pan on every girl
Wearing a dress that would swirl
The youthful men did go after him
But to catch that old man, the hope was very slim'
I looked astonished at the woman, but then
SMACK! Something hit me and I clucked like a hen
I turned around to see that old man
Running away, waving his frying pan!
Wow..beautifully written..funny and rhymes all at the same time..loved it! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well said, thoght provoking................rgrds/salu