i was given a room that is like bahamas
i need an electric fan and lots of margaritas
not this time so i move to more comfortable
as day rolls on, temperature is going down
i could give credit to iceland volcanic eruption
that would be toss-up cause; might be an option
this time, this comfortable place is colder
the previous is about right but i stay here
i cant’ be moving around like my nomad
brothers, i settle this time and work it out
oh! my i have to get two blankets and sheet
with all those preparation i haven’t sleep
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem