Through the silent dinner night
Save the clang of spoons so light
Drowned in the roaring crying fan
As it was into the hours so late
Into the mouths of many a man
Sailed the loaves of butter bread.
Mark the end of dinner time
Came the cups of tea so fine
Drained through their gullets straight
Last but surely came the penny bill
Belly full, but pocket balance nil
Sailed the men out in deadly fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So Interesting write. I just loved the flow of words and I could imagine the picture you painted so well. Loved reading it. Beautiful presentation.
Thanks for your appreciation... Will like your comments on my other works too