Tasked with the impossible
on the day of the occasion,
I need a new inventor to create
a thing for sharpening poen needles.
Stitching and running, I employ
the hemming stitch. I back stitch
to finish a task with these three
I get on with the task to sew the
back and front only to find I have
the dullest of niddles. Don't blame
me or the poem for the niddles did it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem