The leopard crying headache
Mosquito shouting stomach-burn
Evil as a bad looking pretty good
Like Robinhood padlocking his cache.
My wicked doings charged undone
there i go, to the forbidden apple tree
Sweet to the throat and wanting more
And the devil too pulling for me one.
The barking tower of babel
Foul words all the saints says
Of untraceable Lies and mysteries
Preached in our white-painted chapel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem