Never mind the baby, said the mom
To a cheat utilizing her husband's off
He is still finding his mischievous tongue
And while dinner is being served
Let me dish it out first thing
But just when the trio were about to begin
The husband's approach was heard
The cheat with steaming dish went under bed
With its sheet giving him a cover good
She with a steaming dish
The baby with one
That was how he found the room
The husband when he broke in
And when he had settled himself
A steaming dish was put before him
And a new trio in silence went ahead to dine
Only for the silence to be broken by the kid
Here were his words:
Mine is shhteaming
Mom's is shhteaming
And pop's is shhteaming
Pop beneath the bed
Is yours shhteaming too?
Up went the bed towards the roof
And upturned it descended
The room turned to a mess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem