What's that Welshie getting up to,
What the hell is he writing now.
Now doubt some poorly scribed poem,
Something lame, lurid and lowbrow.
No doubt a surprise in waiting,
A theme from poetry's left field.
Something going against the grain,
That is still yet to be revealed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I wonder what it is you have to reveal Shaun.I like the notion of it being from poetry's left field. Will it be abstract or perhaps surreal? Will it set the moon on fire and then land neatly on its heels? I await with baited breath. It's certainly a left field five from me!