Today I'm in a stew
Because I'm out of brew.
Weather's bad, you clown
So you can't go to town
So what's an old fart to do?
Not able to make an excursion
I needed some other diversion.
So got out my stamps
A good job for a Gramps
And to that I had no aversion.
My collecting had been aborted
Was a long time since I sorted.
So to get back in the groove
Bought some U.S. on approve.
My album thought I'd been deported.
Turned out to be quite a caper
Soaking those stamps off their paper.
It took me so long
That I sang me a song
As I pressed them flat in newspaper.
And so I passed the time
When I wasn't making a rhyme.
Sorted out all the faces
Pasted them in their places
And was happy to get off the dime.
They call this hobby Philately
It's a great way to dillidately
If you've time on your hand
It sure beats the band
Of hiking through Death Valley.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very good, very amusing.