walking up mountain Tryfan
to begin with rather easy
we set out with a plan
in places it was breezy
carried on our walk
in the pouring rain
we had a little talk
and carried on again
scrambled over rocks
getting near the summit
even in my walking socks
temperature did plummet
reaching up to the trig
then to Adam and Eve
had a sneaky whisky swig
and began to grieve
on there are white bits
scattered all around
human bones no wits
blended into ground
heard man on piccolo
churning out some tunes
his girlfriend had mistletoe
mate he had some spoons
certainly is brave geezer
with spoons still in hand
jumped Adam to Eve shouted Giza
and landed in dessert sand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem