If I were
A popsicle
Then I'd be
A
Popsicle
If I didn't have bad spelling
Then
My personality
Would be
Out of wack
(what ever that is)
If everything was
The same
Then the world would be oddly
Interesting
But
Only for a few seconds
Then it would be boring
As
That mold
That grows on
The bottom of some dudes
Shoe
If I did nothing but think about what could have been
Then I wouldn't have time to think of what can be
Or what I could turn into a piece of jello
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem