I am trying to write
A rhyming poem
I am sitting in a tent
A random word, ok, Bowem
Yeah, i can work with that
I'm not doing too bad
I wonder if Bowem's a word,
If not you'll probably think i'm mad
Sweet! another stanza thing thought of
My english teacher would be proud
She'd smile, then lose interest,
I'd fell, well, one of a crowd
Last one, there we go
Sorted, it's the real thing herein
Grab my pen and paper
I'm ready to begin.
Oh....COOL! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem