when youre near
i feel like chanting
ive no fear,
without ranting
if you promise
to not change yourself
ill reminice
with whats on the shelf
you dont seem
rotten to the core
i wont have to redeem
my mighty roar
i may be sore
after what you want to do
ill still soar
with you
i may act like a dork
at times
but you dont say to use a cork
when acting like mimes
you have beautiful eyes
that sparkle like the stars
in the skies
and youll send me to mars
when at the field
just call
ill yield
to you, wven if at the mall
if i call you
dont rush
itd be nice if you do
but its dangerous near the underbrush
when im cooking
even through smoke
youre good looking
thats no joke
to be with you
is a privelege
and an honor too
im at the edge
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...at the edge.well dont allow her to push you over/into.......this cesspool...cause its smelly.......i know.i just crawled out