Limericks about the importance of poetry in a foreign language

Once a poem was written by Goethe

On a subject he shouldn’t have ought’a

Translated, lost its soul

And became very droll

And made Goethe a little bit fraught’a


I once wrote a poem in French

About a young big buxom wench

She found a young beau

And he made her glow

On the cold wooden church bench


I was asked to translate a poem

By someone, but I didn’t know him

It didn’t make sense

And I became tense

So, decided that I wouldn’t show him

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