Oh how I hate thee
This darkness inside
My dwelling so small
My eyes are so wide.
A light bulb is only a shilling or two
Not much to him or to her or to you
But in mine humble checking acount bankee
I have but a shilling a little less it might be
A lightbulb for my kingdom is all I ask of thee.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem