After Stephen Fry on QI
a poet can't scratch
without thinking,
'A 100 percent of us have facial mites, '
and without poeting,
'The surprised mite
that didn't hold tight
is now under my fingernail.
'The horror, the horror:
loose mites
from the ear to the rear
are without fail
right now meeting
under my fingernail! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm a Stephen Fry fan. I loved the humor in this, Douglas. A 10