For the sake of my fate,
I shall n'er like to waste
What a moment i'll ever praise
With dignity and sovereignty to haze
To a-me-mind shall I n'er confab
Such stories or sayings like a proverb
I love my poetic worlds
That I lovely praise in words
What a poem do I sing
Who shall ever sing
Oh yes oh yes I know why
But would I really let you die
Oh no I'm no useless
And I have no stress
'Cause I'm in love of distress
Without a reasonable mistress
What a crocked contest
Shall I e'er protest
With a lot of hostility
Before I restore the normality
I'm no useful to you hogs
For you're the African Dogs
Published in one of my books
Would you like being one of my cooks
I rest my case, dear;
Let you have no fear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem