See me, how pretty I am
just like the lady
and with me she's ready
to walk so dainty
in the mall
says the handbag
to the cash inside
I beg to differ
says the money
to the handbag
No one's going anywhere
without me inside
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
When the reader goes to the last two lines, he must be smiling or else he has to be taken to the psychiatrist.Even starvation cannot make you gloomy. rajendran muthiah from Melbourne-Australia