There's a theme I've been toying with,
About dreaded detention after school.
And the baggage that comes with it,
When you foolishly break a golden rule.
A poem that I have been dwelling on,
Of school memories that'll never fade.
Of my past detention wishful thinking,
And 100 hundred lines to be displayed...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem