"Mom, O, mom, this spelling kills
Challenges my skills
A-t-t-e-n-d, - is it ‘ance' or ‘ence'? "
"View once the scene
When the clock strikes ten!
‘My tie, my shoe, my socks and packs! '
‘Mom, my box! O, my bus! '
‘O Mama, please, band my hair! '
‘Ma'm, trash-bin! ' Then a call from kin;
Sink overflows, God! Tap's on!
Hiss and fumes and fuss and mess,
Hurricanes tempests and volcano erupts
At the stroke of ten thy mom doth spin as a a toe-dancer! "
"Well, at ten dance! The spelling thrills! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Sasikala. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks