Doctor:
(Aside)
The ant had gone to the elephant,
Spoken to him as of a tenor of chant.
She'd said she wanted to weigh her strength,
That she'll have his pride bent.
Perhaps an unprocessed words, though, she'd said she'll lift him.
Place him on her back and embark on a 5 minutes trip.
But the Elephant would not tame her folly,
For he knew fallacy begins with a story.
He should be in his early 19, and would pay a bill?
A fee whose worth is archetyped to a bachelor's fee?
And he said, he will have it paid,
Perhaps his tongue is faster than his heart, and then conceiving a mistake.
Or perhaps My ear failed to receive his say:
Perhaps he'd said, 'Perhaps My parent's may'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem