Sometimes a poem hangs on me
Like an hydrocoel
Dangles to and fro
And never let me walk
I am happy I see
A poem hanging up a tree
Like an apple
This time I never will know
I have an hydrocoel
I run like a hare
And climb like a squirrel
Pluck the fruit and down smiling
Like a jackpot winner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem