A glance around shows a noose,
hanging from a ledge loose,
and swinging gently to and fro,
hanging just there or so,
and I ask where I'll see it 'gain,
hanging 'bout you're neck I'll be,
always around, embracing thee,
where ever you go-
hanging, soon you'll be for show
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful hanging for show. Very nicely composed poem really.