有一次，我怀着奇妙的愉快心情写了几行诗，我想，像往常一样，人们会说我写得非常好。他们太奇怪了，太奇怪了，我笑得要死;我叫我的仆人来，他就来。他真是太好了，顾念像我这样瘦弱有力的人。“这些是给印刷厂的，”我喊道，然后，以我幽默的方式，我补充说，(作为一个微不足道的玩笑，)“会有麻烦的。”他拿了纸，我看着，看见他往里面偷看;他读到第一行时，脸上露出了笑容。他读了第二篇;咧开嘴笑，从耳朵传到耳朵; He read the third; a chuckling noise I now began to hear. The fourth; he broke into a roar; The fifth; his waistband split; The sixth; he burst five buttons off, And tumbled in a fit. Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, I watched that wretched man, And since, I never dare to write As funny as I can.