Yes, dear, I took my potassium
he said, returning to the book
he was buried in.
Can't she see I'm a busy man?
What does potassium have to do
with me, or me with potassium?
Yes, dear, I took out the garbage.
The dog? I let her out two hours ago.
She's scratching at the door? OK!
He sighed as he put aside the book -
Just when I got to the best part...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem