Lost in Translation

One day, our man, Giuseppe,

Was riding on a bus.

His broken English to a friend

Found its way out thus:

“First Emma come-a,

Then I come-a,

Then two ass-a come-a together,

Then I come-a again,

Then two ass-a come-a again,

Then, I pee pee...”

“Hey,” said the driver,

“That’s enough.

Don’t you know that you’re in public?

Your talk is way too rough.”

Said Giuseppe,

“Why you talkin’-a-me

Like that clown named ‘Zippy’?

Everybody needs to know

How to spell ‘Mississippi’.”

David Martin

“Poke” #9

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