I'm happy
Sharing life
With THAT currant bun.
Oh, sugar!
NO SUN.
'Spose it has to be nice
With that ice
And the winter to unfold
As I sit 'ere in the cold
Summer is done.
No currant bun.
But give it time
P'raps soon it will shine....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Haha it's like I can hear your accent in this.