At Stratford the poets were meeting,
there was laughter and (doubtless) some bleating.
Though bad tongues did confess
that some stripped off their dress
it was cold and there was little heating.
It is said that some males kept their eyes
on the girls, just in case of surprise.
But if wishes had wings
they would be lusty things
and the world would be...otherwise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem