Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Who's the greatest poet of them all?
And then there was no long pregnant pause,
For the mirror instantly replied...
Well it isn't you Shaun.
You can't write for toffee.
Believe me I've read all your bad poems.
And how about giving me a polish once in a while.
I look and feel as rough as a badger's arse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem