I was given three rhymes one was 'yield'
To put in a limerick?I'squealed'
And then it got worse
In manner perverse...
The third rhyme was very 'congealed'
(so I didn't bother)
Courageous Wes did not yield, however, when given yield, squealed and congealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
And the sword of poets you wield.