Tonight for desert pot noodles
I'll mix in some vodka
Then i'll count too oodles
and spice it up with salsa
nowadays they taste so bland
years ago they were tasty
tasted so very grand
nowadays taste so pasty
so i'll go and switch
the click of kettle on
now there is a power glitch
and all me noodles gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Funny! *Then I'll count to oodles* - This line makes me smile.