We wed...
We said.
We dread...
We read.
We fled...
We ate our bread.
We prayed...
We sped.
We crashed...
We dead!
Ouch! ...
That hurt.
For cert! ...
For sure!
We concur.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And when they were fed They went to their stead An' they all went to bed TENtatively, as they 'd also been drinking...and went to sleep in the wrong house! Good Stuff, Sir Michael Jeffrey! FjR