I did not sing in the supermarket
while you were bent on remembering
the list in your head, I wrote my list
down and then focused on happy
thoughts in my mind, today I listened
to Dalida’s song about Bayruut and
after every three steps made a quick
two-step: quick-quick-slow, kept it
low, you did not know I was having
a great time in as austere and serious
a place as our local shop, this time
you did not have to stop and rebuke
me for acting disrespectfully in your
venerable presence, I was not out of
line, all was fine; I did not answer your
queries with sing-song rhymes that
caught you on the raw before - and
made you go into spasms of Sphinx-
like dissatisfaction, how’s that for
obedience, proving I can be taught?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
ok ur a smooth operator...call me *smirks*