A politician again draws sweet promises in the presence of his multitude voters, ' If I will be elected as your next town mayor I will build bridges '. A concern citizen raises his uncontrollable reaction, ' Honorable, our town geography is plain, no rivers nor mountains! '.
.......' my dear constituent, you don't need to worry I will create first rivers and brooks just to fulfill my promises '.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hahaha...well..the promises..never will be fulfilled...