the other night wrote poem
about my mum and dad
i'm not talking with my boa
cause they've such a lovely lad
anyway i must beckon
cause i'm flipping glad
there best-est i do reckon
no i'm not flaming mad
love them, hand on heart i say
having the parents that i got
now i must work out a way
too buy trip on Royal yacht
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely and beautiful, good writing, thanks,