Attention all you Yanks out there
pick us a candidate, will you?
All the palaver about this and that
by men and women politicos
who care not a whit for us
Retch up one who's pure
as the driven snow -
a saviour for modern times
Matters not that the country
falls to their charms -
what's the diff?
Sheep are placid
and that suits me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem