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Bamboo, why expose yourself to the vagaries of weather?
Come into my nether.


(Translated, after years of endeavour, from the legendary Bangla poem "Bansh keno pore thako jhore jole rode, etc." by some unknown but undoubtedly creative poet.)

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As you were walking down the road,
You looked up at the sky,
And a crow crapped on your face,
As it flew across, high.
And you didn't curse, or scream
Or even let out a sigh,
But just murmured to yourself,
"Thank God, cows can't fly."

(Translated from a Bengali poem received as SMS)