There once was a humorous sonnet, like
A snake stuck under your bonnet, who put
It there and why should I care when I will
Inherit the forest, first and foremost.
A poet inherited a forest
Of weeds and beasts most horrid, they'd bight and
Sting and later laugh and sing, wearing 'L's'
On foreheads, defiant and abhorrent.
Then came along a forester soldier
Meaner and nastier and much bolder
Set forest ablaze in maddening rage
Later eating roasted monsters back stage,
There sat a poet soldier most sated
By piles of monster bones overrated.
Danny Draper
23/4/2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem