with a touch of 'Australiana'.
Sigh! Bart,
after last year not going to Woomba,
this year I didn't go to Ho.
Every day there was a low
after a high.
Instead, Lee,
to get healthy,
I stayed in the fumes of Bever.
I worked out
that as Bart means Son of Tholomew,
I could be Barc, Barcolin,
and wrote poems such as this, and
Chess Maxim
Taking a move back
to take a piece
is of a muchness with
taking one back
not to lose one.
Taking back is taking back.
Recanting is recanting.
And wondered where I won't be seen
in the year two thousand and seventeen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem