There's a problem, so to it I hop,
and until it is solved, I won't stop.
Yet the answer escapes:
those who grow seedless grapes,
so just HOW do they plant their next crop?
Good limerick. Here is one answer: You have to buy your seeds from Monsanto.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow a poetic fun question in fantastic rhyme. Me wondering that now though Google must have some answer I'm sure neh lol. I enjoyed this poem lots. Kudos. Pls pleez do review/ comment my newest poem too, titled, 'bullfighters: the bull bullies'