She dreams of a mindful youth
Who will wax her car on Sundays,
Let her tease him on blue Mondays,
Read her poetry by candlelight,
Write lusty letters after midnight
And send them by Pony Express,
Horse and rider stumbling in their mission,
Shot down in midsentence
By reality's angry electrician.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it's catchy. i had to read it several times to feel i was reading what i was meant to read. there is some possibility of readers not getting it. and i'm not SURE i got the pony express part. but i'll give it a good.