I was on my way home from school,
and I knew I was being followed,
by a man in a mac.
I was on my way home from school,
and I began to worry if
he was a random maniac.
I was on my way home from school,
and I stopped in curiosity.
He stopped, too, a little way back.
I was on my way home from school,
and as I turned round to confront him,
he suddenly opened his mac.
I ran, and I ran and I never looked back
at that bastard pervert in his plastic mac.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LMEAO LMEAO LMEAO LMEAO ok you got me... GREAT poem Love, Melissa