this poem is for you miss
sophisticated
on stilleto shoes
(is my spelling
correct and how
is my diction?)
and painted face
fires of red
and sparkling
diamonds all
around your
dress and expensive
perfume and
branded gowns
that flow like
a manmade
waterfall
this poem
is bad, bad,
nothing
classy at all
for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem