Its fate Hardy.
I, the greatest admiral in History
The saviour of my beloved England.
Fated to sail with ignorant seamen
For when I say ‘kismet Hardy’,
I mean fate.
They think I said
‘Kiss me Hardy’
Thus I am consigned in the annuals of history
As a ‘queer boy’.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem