Is loving, a punks punk it can be very
hard, her grippe is firm, how she yells and) wink(s
other wise the day is a bit warm.) it(smile) s to.
I have washed the aphids, the milk is fresh and cool.
The red rose is not a glare, wankers but are blind.
Wink and a smile, so dont yell, i cannot hear you.
Yet your ears are find in the forest in which you dwell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sad git you are, but I am glad I inspire you somehow. My grippe is, you are stalking me and a total pain in my poetic neck, but hey! you have to find popularitiy somehow huh? Don't bother responding... You're banned Smiling at your brackets Tai