Three poets were aboard a doomed aircraft about to crash.
But there was still time to parachute to safety.
One of the poets was an Englishman.
The second was a Texan.
And the latter was a Mexican.
All were horrified at their predicament.
Three poets.
One parachute.
Cruel and unforgiving mathematics.
However,
The Englishman being a brave Englishman said,
For God, the Queen and country and William Shakespeare.
And threw himself out the aircraft.
The Texan poet then turned to the Mexican poet and said,
I wrote a poem called Remember The Alamo.
And threw the Mexican out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem