The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
The servant came in
And said:
The crocodile is ready
But the president cannot make today
The apple pie.
The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
Yes, the dentist is in Venice
To make the root canal,
The servant said.
The crocodile was looking
At the sky.
Then suddenly
An angry cat
Began to puff and pant.
An orchestra was playing
In a distant café.
The bearded amoeba
Quietly smoked his pipe.
It is time to start the revolution
Mao said,
Rising from a chair.
A portrait of Lenin
Began to shine
On the wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very good poetry! like the twists and turns along the way!