Some friends and I decided to
Play the game of hide and go seek.
Where to hide? So what do I do -
Up to the attic and do peek
Inside an old trunk filled with clothes,
But room for me, so I hopped in
And shut the lid, but then oh ohs.
The lid locks shut and won't open.
I cannot see, so light a match,
Which drops, catching the clothes on fire.
And all gets really smokey - natch!
I pound. I yell. The game goes dire.
The smoke and I are stuck inside.
This was not a good place to hide.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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