today is church fete
in our community
hope that it's great
with lots of cake and tea
best go before i'm late
there are several stalls
selling unwanted books
there is one on old halls
so think i'll take a look
leaf after leaf they falls
feeling quite embarrassed
swiftly moving on
there was a stall with carrots
potatoes, sprouts, cabbage gone
no one purchased rude parrot
guessing the weight of the cake
said it was five pounds
ate a bit as it did flake
luckily no one else around
but caught a glance off mate
tombola looked fairly weak
wine, booze all diminished
didn't have a go looked bleak
except the book in finnish
bargain booze this week
conclusion now won parrot
the bloomin f-ing thing
purchased book on finnish
to see if theres any swearing
Vitun kyrvÀn lutkuttaja
(F- - ng c- k s- - r)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Run to the fete, Don't be late, you have to get back for your tea. Hope your fete was a good one.