A poor poet 一名可怜的诗人

Poet: I hope you've received the little volume of poems I sent you. 　　Woman: Oh, yes. It's very nice. I wonder where I've put it? 　　Her son: It's under the leg of the table, Mom, to make it steady.   诗人：我希望你已经收到我寄给你的那些诗了 女人：哦，收到了，收到了，很不错。哎，我把它放哪儿去了呢？ 女人的儿子：妈妈，你为了让桌子立的更稳，把那些诗稿垫在桌子腿下面了。