There was once a man of plane
Who couldn’t stay in the lane,
For he thought it was too plain
And couldn’t suffer the stain
And remain sane.
He took to air
In a way he thought to be fair.
Off he went on a loop
In a way that wouldn’t throw him in a floop,
And could stay fair with flair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem