Every fortnight report shows
Wisdom is the last in the class.
One day the English Teacher asked pupils to write an Essay
using the word 'fool'.
Then after sometimes Teacher noticed that Wisdom has finished first.
'Wisdom read aloud your Essay to the class.'
He stretches his story; When my father was drunk
He shouts along the road and Mom drags him home.
He mutters like a sick man;
'There are three fools I dream always,
A Prime Minister of a remote country, Landlord and our Son.'
Then Mom argues; 'Not three dear and what about you? '
Excellent satire. A very colorful, but poignant story. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wisdom is so soften confused with foolishness and this clever poem shares that truth with wry originality. Another fine poem. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥