As seconds tick off,
a few duly noted,
most overlooked,
none can i master-
bait on your
finger crook'd.
With thoughts
all entangled
i stumble and trip-
bide your time
while i'm mangled
as i twitch,
lured and hooked.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awww shame Richard! lol You men fight so hard, no wonder your mouth hurts so much when you are hooked good and proper job! lol Nice strung out to dry, love poem. Tai