Sharks don't bite in the night
my neighbor said to me
but he was wrong and didn't live long
while fishing out at sea
By the pale moon light he got a bite
half way up to his knee
He started to shout and thrash about
he complained about his loss
He turned bright red as the sharks said
You make a wonderful sauce
Then the sharks took him up to his chin
And used his laces for dental floss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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