A native Kickapoo
went to Kalamazoo,
just for a visit and a look
he saw the museum and he saw the brook,
unimpressed and without further ado
he took the next flight to Katmandu.
Now I am silly and nothing I say can stop the silliness..but this is very humor inspiring..I feel a few limericks are slowly ripening, off in that long lost corner of brain..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I fear there's not much there either Smoky. Better to stay at home.