Norman Schmidt was a bit of a tit,
He was held in a cell by the law
He had written graffiti, which was just a bit meaty
On the side of a baker’s back door
It insulted the cakes that this baker had baked
And was quite an unpleasant remark
So they locked him away, for a year and a day
And then ate all the cakes in a park
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Rhyming......so rhyming....love it :)