That girl
She's a girl and aware
She's devil
Thin in mid, rest is best
Skin dark
Hair black and her eyes
Two light bulbs
Griming; "Don't get it."
Rolls her eyes
Repeating what she did
Time to times
The target and her goal
"What's reply? "
Tennis-like game of talk
Both masters
At the end no gain-loss
Game's smart
Clever student and prof
Nice to watch
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem