sitting by myself in middle of june
hearing birds sing a lovley tune
listening to the gushng stream
thundering past with a scream
and pilotless hot air balloon
oh the peace and noise
of the countryside
ding dong church bell chime
pesky blue bottles, slugish slime
thinking now i'll have a snooze
out in fresh air makes you ooohs
awaking found im victim of crime
oh the peace and angst
of the countryside
so there i am with nowt to eat
top to toe naked no shoes on feet
my nutellas jars empted
which had all been scented
with that of luncheon meat
oh the peace, starvation and nudity
of the countryside
so there i am completey starker
running over fields after a parker
then seeing a sickly fellow
looking pale and rather yellow
then discovered was the farmer
oh the tials and tribulations
of the countryside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
tell me more about this place you speak of... you brought me half way there, but abandoned me in the road, then ¿how do I find my way?