Alan Foot had two left feet
And neither one was right
And two left feet will never meet
As both of them would fight
Alan's feet would take the lead
But left him quite bereft
'I'm turning right' you'd hear him plead
But both his feet turned left
In later life poor Alan found
He hadn't traveled wide
He just kept going round and round
And to the left hand side
When Alan died, his gravestone said
'His life was full and busy......
Here lies Alan, now quite dead
He died of being dizzy
He made great strides, and all who saw
His resolution harden
Knew he'd never traveled more
than round and round his garden'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very funny and clever write. Made my morning still laughing \BB