She waits for the politician
Who promised that he marries a woman with brown hair.
But after the election he became a minister.
He exchanged rings with a Blond.
She threw away the birthday gift
The mouth-organ he gave the other day
And she cursed him; ' Next time you lose your seat booby.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He is not worth her tears or her anger. Vivid characters. Kind wishes, Sandra