There was a fat man on the block,
who slept in every morning as he was not taught.
So in his bed he lay,
sleeping the day away,
when a bird came and sat near the sill,
and he sang and chirped with all his will.
The fat man just put a pillow over his head
and tried to ignore the little bird instead.
But the bird sang with all the strength he could muster,
then the fat man got out of bed in a bluster.
He shouted at the poor bird, threatening to get a bat.
'How can something as small as you make such a rackat as that? '
The man slammed the window down,
and sat in his bed and unwound.
As he watched the little bird fly away the fat man said,
'I should now probably get out of bed.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny. I like the story in thiz poem! ! ...I also enjoy the rhyme. i dnt know how and where u learn to write so well, but sure u good.