And Pinderbiff McAsterson,
might be a happy man today,
had he not passed his years,
all in arrears,
in search of April during May.
I've got a feeling his accountant was not watching Pinderbiff closely. nice rhyming. bri :)
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I would like to translate this poem
Thanks a bunch Bri Edwards 😀