I keep looking for things that'd let me off the hook
But at every turn you're dangling worms at me-
Darned, but it's not like I'm a pet that needs feeding.
Yes, everytime I swim away you start dangling worms at me
And I always end up taking bait and getting fried.
I've been frying for the last six years.
Hello, do you actually intend to eat me?
Or are you only burning me to a char?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a real work of art Donna.10+++++