Three ten…the class is over,
I said…”I did not need an ice cream fix”
For today is another day better,
Ah! Just when I thought-
Some little haunting voice came rushing in-
Oh, it’s of the dairy queen’s.
Its voice though soft, went echoing
Creamy sweet nothings in my head,
And with grand effort I said,
“No, not today…not today
But it begged, it begged!
Like a kid who lost a leg…
Then I sat in my car,
With a smile, a smirk,
A sudden flow of chill-a frown.
“MY CAR’S RIGHT MIRROR IS BUSTED! ”
Torn from its case and left a screaming crimson trace,
“What a Rotten bag of all sorts of mismatched garbage! ! ! ”
Then a voice with all creamy sweet nothings,
Flowed vividly in a stream of hopeless surrendering
HAIL to the dairy Queen…I’m coming in.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem