There once was a fellow called Bri
That tried quite assiduously,
To find others flaws
While flapping his jaws
To proclaim his own prosody.
He imagines himself a poet
And likes to let others know it.
If only he would see
That wit is found in brevity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I enjoy the humor here… and am forced to take a look at myself, as I can sometimes be a bit too wordy myself!