That path is a slippery path.
Spirogyra carpets the path.
Spikes Ain’t on the path
Nor bumps on the path.
Spirogyra threatens the path
Though green it makes the path
Thou mayest not cross the path.
Fall thou canst rise off the path.
Don’t tread on such a path.
It is too rough a path.
No one sweeps the path.
What a dirty path?
Stinks she the path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem