Hastily Adam our driver swallowed a curse in the darkness--
Petrol nigh at end and something wrong with a sprocket
Made him speer for the nearest town, when lo! at the crossways
Four blank letterless arms the virginal signpost extended.
"Look!" thundered Hugh the Radical. "This is the England we
Bland, white-bellied, obese, but utterly useless for business.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem