Come to my house after dawn,
Wait on the grassy lawn,
Till I open the door,
When you leave you'll want more.
Well, were going to have special buns,
For dessert we'll have tons and thousands,
Of magical sweets,
And tremendous treats,
Come dine with me.
I'll but tulips on the table,
I will turn off the cable,
And light the glossy candles,
Please remember to take off your sandles!
I'll set out the rug on the marble floor,
I'll let you in then shut the door,
You'll give we flowers,
Big as brick wall towers,
I will want more.
But then you tell me you have kids,
You go to the pub and put on bids,
You have a wife,
You have a good job,
Ad now you've torn my dream to shreds!
This wonderful piece has it all - rhyme, rhythm and humour. A well crafted, highly amusing poem, Amy - well done!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's so light and happy. I love it.