I better want one more,
Oh! ! ! this is it,
I cannot wear it anymore…
Its worn out
& straps are off,
and people laugh at me
when I am out…
You, my gummers I don't want you anymore …
The Blue Bubble Gummers,
captured my eyes in the market first,
then sneaked into my shopping bag.! ! !
Oh.. my gummers
I've worn it now & then
and cannot be worn anymore now,
Wishing to have one more, but
now longing for a new one..! ! !
My gummers,
you smell bad &
stink…
&
I don't want you anymore…
Taking you to the cobbler,
I go….
He laughs at me & sighs,
You, my gummers
I don't want you anymore…
Followed by my trails,
there's your sign,
leaving behind the track of mine …
You, my gummers
I don't want you anymore…
You my, gummers
coming along,
loosen the straps
here i go on the ground,
head to the floor,
THUD..
You my gummers,
you laugh loudly,
ashamed of you,
i shout in anger..! ! !
You, my gummers
You'll be in the trash,
the next day & see what
happens that day.
You, my gummers
I don't want you anymore…
You, my gummers
I don't want you anymore.
May your soul (sole) rest in peace
anyhow,
I have my red one though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem