Then there was Munchkin. 'Nuff said.
A used brown two-tone Pontiac compact
station-wagon, with the back seat
facing backward (inviting
carsickness and discipline issues,
with two growing boys,
feeling their oats) .
By 'used, ' I mean 'useless.'
On a vacation trip we could afford,
to KC for the circus or a fair,
Munchkin just quit. Gave up.
Despair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem