I got a new sense of style last night
One that expresses my feelings just right
Ready to flaunt myself to all in sight
'I got a new sense of style last night'
The style consists of boots that are white
My pants are red, ready to ignite
A vest of fur covers a pink shirt that is tight
I got a new sense of style last night
Looking in the mirror, feeling just right
My sense of style is burning bright
I come downstairs in eager delight
To show off my style (but be polite)
I clear my voice, ready to take flight
Mom looks bitten by a parasite
Then she screams with all her might
'TAKE THAT OFF' as she turns white
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem