Well, no, my dear, no lemonade
I'd keep your body in the shade.
And feed you through a yellow straw
eggnog (in which the eggs are raw) ,
fruit juices are inferior saps
the real stuff contains white caps,
logistics though can't be debated
due to an often overrated
effect on youngsters hanging out
just trust me, girl, (one trusts a kraut)
I'd find a method which would buoy...
which would be easy to employ
to satisfy all appetites
and let them go, those eager kites,
allowing them to touch the sky
then dive into and occupy.
Eggnog mixed with nectar of the flax with that recipe H.x I will surely relax I like the sky and diving clouds I’d go for white caps, polar bears and eskimos One trusts that a kraut will never go sour But would he put out for golden showers.. Drizzling warm down through a straw of yellow Tell me now H.x… are you that fellow?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very poignant and enjoyable write Sir..nice imageries..