Vodka
We had the trawlers
In the Gulf, not ocean.
Persian Gulf was place
To dip in and compare,
Study; earn knowledge.
Was I wise or a dumb?
When signing contract?
Chartered an Aeroflot
And brought Soviets…
My knowledge of Russia
Came of books and class.
I was lost, bewildered
When received complaint
On Vodka business!
Knew not that Moscow
Had acted as mother,
Soviets, children…
Kids aware of mother
Being, mostly milk-less,
Learned a needed lesson.
When having nothing else
Made fun of everything
Include hot water in kettle,
Invited: "Have White Tea! "
They pickled, preserved
And in times converted
For the time of rareness,
Trawler's engine-man
Collected the portions,
Converted the sugar
To vodka; for sailors!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem