Someone once said
That the wires in my head
Were connected by a young apprentice
That my acts were controlled
By an electrical mole
And I didn't know what an offence is
I can be quite rude
Exhaustingly crude
With no thought for the folk I offend
But my brain needs rewiring
Perhaps as I'm retiring
I'll let it drive me round the bend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fine nonsense. Thanks.