I’m really hungry for some yummy cake.
It is going to be a happy day.
The baker better not make it taste fake.
All of my friends and I down by the bay.
I can’t wait to get on the floor and dance.
I’m bouncing to the beat of the music.
I really hope that I don’t lose my pants.
Dancing so much I might even lose it.
It’s finally time to open the gifts.
Anticipation is building in me.
Hopefully I will not miss my work shift.
Yahoo! I got a brace for my bad knee.
And so my big day is sadly over.
Now back to work with my big lawn mower.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem