Take me to the literary laboratory
Let great pengicians run-test my literary chemistry
To diagnose my true paternity
And end this genre-tic battle over me
Some say Clio I belong
Many think me from Calliope family
Others say a descendant of Euterpe or Melpomene
But my gene speaks more of Polyhymnia
A carrier I am of 'poetriasis' disease
Only contagious to those with ink blood cells
Need not a penoscopic check up
Not even an ink-metric transfusion
Lest you contaminate my blue blood cells
A patient I am of the dreaded drama-rhea
Infectious only to those with black blood cells
Whose Acts and Sins(scenes) caused this painful gain
And degenerated all their embers with no cure
Though I had long being treated of prose-lisis
But the symptoms in me abound
I still tell tales of the tortoise and the tiger
And the fun-filled fierce face of the fairy
I am born of Mother Muse
Her chameleonic blood runs in me
Blue, black and white none missing
That is the DNA test of my muse
(c) 1 Aug,2015
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I would like to translate this poem