the cat's pajamas
are hanging on the clothesline
the bee's knees are bending on the floor
at the bar's end
the clam's garters snapped out
after the little boy stretched it out
the eel's ankles broke into pieces
due to hurricane maria
the gnat's elbow is a little bit twisted
after a thorough scrutiny
the pig's wings are gossamer like much likely to
fool the black widow spider
the sardine's whiskers remind me of a national hero
who painted the Spolarium while in Spain in the 18th Accenture
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem