Hello, Bettina, this is Benn
I’m leaving soon and
I just wanted to know where and when
You’d like me to go
Don’t say off a bridge
That would hurt
And I don’t want to land in the dirt
So shall it be Center City I set my sights?
Or Wyncoat to spend the night?
A friendly phone call would be appreciated
I’ll just chill until I’m refrigerated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'I'm leaving soon' suggests that you haven't left as yet! It's awfully cold out here my friend. So...let's hope......just hope....this is simply a minor exercise in poetic frustration!