The boy in my lunch
Is in a weird bunch
He's all alone
While big chin's with me
If only I could get rid of big chin
Then the boy'd have a friend
He could tuck him in his chin
And keep him warm
If only he knew I cared
He always flips me off
I hate him so I am giving him a friend
Aka big chin and also plenty of bellwork
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is amazing.... Keep up the great work and bell work on forever