I like garages,
and they like me.
As I fly into them,
they take me even if they don't want me.
Trailers also love me,
they go hand in hand.
I guess that's why,
they call me crasher noodle.
If you see me driving,
shoot me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i cant tell of stupid or just a downie