'You're so fine, ' as Mother says,
'A razor's dull to you.'
Wrong she is; for here I am-
In Hell without a clue.
Come rescue me in shining armor;
I'll not call you queer.
Save me from this wretched place-
For Home is what I fear.
This piece was kind of confusing... You really have to follow it to get the meaning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a very nice poem. I enjoyed reading it. I look forward to reading your other work. -Jessica Golden