The Ballad of Sweaty Footwraps | work in progress

translator:  Caveman1

translated poem: ballada o przepoconych onucach (Tomasz Nowacki) - Moderator: Michał Zabłocki
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in the woods in the log cabin
old johns were dried by Merlin
they stank like a pissbin
so imagine

in the mountains in a city
prague or warsaw very pretty
that smell killed publicity
what a pity!

say it is unbelievable
magic inconceivable
nightmares nibble
not a quibble

when with you are quarell traps
it was all stupid perhaps
Merlin took off without lapse
his footwraps

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