At the corridor,
Of the dispute,
Corruption and failure!
Site, mite, white, bite, kite, quite, rite, write, cite;
A widow's mite,
Cleanup,
Of such things,
I have told you before! !
Because,1 divided by 2 equals to 0.5.
Who's who? !
Strife, rife, wife, knife, life;
But, take me along wherever you go!
Fit, hit, bit, sit, merit, grit, wit, whit, kit, pit;
For, there is nothing you can do to correct them! !
But, to c´hange the subject is much needed.
Possible, able, comfortable, table, stable, cable, marble!
But with a lot of progress;
However,1 divided by 2 equals to 0.5! !
And, we need to learn from this dispute.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thought provoking write well done