NEVER A TAIWANESE?
West is West, East is East,
on her naked body did my eyes feast.
Who says never the twain shall meet?!
A-REAL-BAD-DREAM
When the poet spoke
it sounded like a croak.
Laughed aloud the folk,
said he'd a frog in his thoat.
A Mudfog frog, a Mudfog frog,
with a croaky dialogue.
"Go on, get back to your bog"
they sang to the Mudfog frog.
Awoke he from the dream's spell.
No poet the frog from the well !
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