A yellow smoky planet
Went straight to the market
Looking for a blanket
Or even for a basket
He couldn't wear his jacket
And he has lost his racket
So he bought a gasket
And made of it a bracket
Ένας καπνοκίτρινος πλανήτης
Πήγε για ψώνια σαν κομήτης
Έψαχνε για μια κουβέρτα
Να τυλίξει μια μπασκέτα
Χωρίς το μπουφάν του να φορέσει
Κατάφερε κι η ρακέτα να του πέσει
Αγόρασε μία τσιμούχα
Κι έραψε καινούρια ρούχα
Dear poet friend Kostas, hello, thank you for your short and beautiful poem in which the rhyme has been kept well, and the topic swim deeply in our contemporary world full of chaos, disease and dirt political. well done 10+ and into my treasure chest keep writing and stay blessed
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the way you thought and kept the rhyme intact.