I can say, without a hint of flattery,
That wordplay devoid of nattery,
And disciplined use of rhyme,
Get the verse done every time.
My father had one book of poetry, a crumbling 1941 edition on bad paper of The Golden Trashery of Ogden Nashery. Apart from that, he had three novels by Charles Dickens, which neither of us read. But I read the poems, and so did he.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful write, Adam.10+