the panda holds forth, gracious....
agilingual, self-effacious....
the river horse swims underneath,
a grassly bouquet to bequeath...
the tern, who's waited long in line,
has brewed a breathy bog of brine...
the prepubescent lemur sits....
then howls in spinky starts and fits...
the monkfish, who's forgot his hood,
blesses all....and it is good............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The course it is.. some contrapunctal.. still yet it flows....iip