His pen goes to paper
my mind swans along
words pouring on song
as a baby into a diaper
I keep my finger nail
long.
Wow!
What a pong
from that nappy! !
Just to scratch
my ear
so I can hear
one nicking my prose
so as paper goes to pen
then
nicking my prose
unbecomingly will become......!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
george, it's getting late, near my wife-enforced (sometimes) bedtime. i'll try to remember to read this again and probably comment more. thanks for sharing. i can at least say now i like 'as a baby into a diaper'.