she is bored
she has translated it
into something
quite cheerful
- a bubbly, twirling
swirling
poppy mass,
flabs and mass
dancing with her
as she walks
she is bored
first the mind
lugged it around
and now it is the
body that has to
bear with it
- in kilograms!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow an interesting topic hey