As it was, a enstrange day.
I was preparing, for open-mic, to display.
Having gut-feelings, something, don't seem right.
In my mind, is this place, going to be dull or bright.
As I collect, afew poem's.
I went outside, to jump in the car.
I put, my my 10 poem's, in the bag.
Ready to ride-off, I heard some noise's.
As I look back, the poem's, start to attack me.
My only word's' why, these poem's, want to kill me! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is BLess i love this poem its awsome. i had a dream that the poems were going to come and attack me an kill me hahahah. i love this poem. hi this is melia. i think your poem is hilarious! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! oh, why DO poems attack us? ? sorry we're CRAZY! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !