A Poem for Fun (32)

海外逸士

Once I was in Warsaw,
When the snow did thaw,
A flying crow I saw,
With sth in its claw,
And I heard its caw.
I had a picture to draw,
Of a lady in a rickshaw,
Drinking with a straw,
Of a boy on a seesaw,
Giving a merry guffaw,
Also a dog lifting its paw.
It used its strong jaw,
At a steak it did gnaw
Which was still raw.