Happy was I as I trotted through life
Like a pen in a bottle of inkle
Till - why was I born?
Along came the dawn
Of the day I discovered the wrinkle.
A shadow descended, I suffered such gloom
Like a star that no longer could twinkle
I felt so bereft
I had flipping all left
On the day I discovered the wrinkle.
I tugged at my forehead to pick out the crease
As you would a recalcitrant winkle
But joy was elusive
The evidence conclusive
On the day I discovered the wrinkle.
Resigned to my fate, I tried a weak grin
And resolved to abide by my crinkle
When wow, Abigail, let me tell you a tale
Of a smile that ran off with a wrinkle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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