Though my “love” says it’s a bad place to wait,
here I am with two milks. Only milk, no plate.
She doesn’t mean it’s a dangerous place; that she doesn’t mean.
The staff is courteous, the milk is good, and the place is surely clean.
So far, an unruly little boy is all I have to complain about.
If I had my way I’d give him a little swat, then I’d kick him OUT!
(Jan.2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice. if i was you, for sure i couldn't do this action, i mean writing poem while doing other things, but it gives a nice feeling. ha ha ha, what has that little boy done that you wanted to offer him a swat? so cute Bri. you know how the manage the words correctly. i always look at your works as a pattern for my (weak) poetry. well done