a gorgon's took my toothbrush....
the sheeps have blown the fold...
a fellow by the mailbox offers chocolate....
he's called Roald.....
in a disambiguated huff
a chimera has called the bluff
of the seven-wintered sisters
who've gone sailing in the buff
a lowing moaning blisters...
while the billies, less than gruff,
charge the bridge toll...
deck the maypole...
grab the drawerpull...hide the snuff....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
playful and full of wit.. a ten