I am very wise
Carrying books all day long
I am a greedy though
Always having a lunch box
and a water-bottle
and a snacks box with me.
My master sometimes
with his friends
Kick me
Often taking me by surprise
And giving me a
Back-ache for days
All this I suffer because
I am kind of a slave
As I am his only
School-bag! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a cute poem. Love the way you've personalized such an 'ordinary' but important part of a schoolboy's life. A slave indeed... love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥