He has greased his hair
And brought along a script,
Don't be ashamed of your accent
Speak with pride from your lips.
Life was much easier
When I was a boy,
No poison breaking my ears
And noises came as a joy,
Now I prefer the silence
When lies fall hand-in-hand with the truth,
You'd better remove my ears
Before you remove my tooth,
My dentist friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i really enjoyed the quirkiness of this piece. Jake