OH JEEZ!
I wish I could eat my grilled cheese!
But I can't eat it now,
because I'm dressed up like a clown.
A sad clown,
a happy clown.
No where to run,
no where to hide!
Can't drive,
can't ride.
A sad clown,
a happy clown,
The Grilled Cheese Clown
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This did make me smile...did you get to eat it in the end? ...good one..thanks for sharing it...