it was a very hard task
to do tyte rope on grass
my mum said to me
dont fall darleen
everyone was cheering
and yelling go jade
but then my dress caght fire
we had to call the firebragade
they put me out of fire
then i started to call my brother a lyer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Always the brother gets blamed, that's what we are for...