I do suppose you can compose
that silly smile every once in a while.
Whether independently or simultaneously
that 'goodness gracious' is contagious.
As pride is fleeing and brains receding
my heart senses the new consensus
if being blue is now taboo
help is needed, for I'm conceited.
My way is mine you way is fine,
so wait, I'm not, I just forgot.
If I am funny, why do you have money? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
brilliantly composed! ! i love the rhyme scheme!