Sniffing, on the prowl
A girl in a mini-skirt walks past
Oh what a howl
Yelling, (not knowing my shame)
At her to come back
And I thought I was lame? ?
Drooling, oh no the food
McDonald’s, K.F.C and B.K
Shoving and pushing. How rude.
Happy days! ! A rugby ball
Everyone gets up and plays
Ignoring the cold windy weather
Sadly they are not the type
To get pushed over like a feather.
Covering the ball
Like the biggest poster
Of 2 Pac on your wall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem