No knight
in shining armor,
because the horse is
rather small.
It's hard to reach
the parlor,
cuz my legs are in the hall.
The sky is getting
darker,
because the roof is
over head.
The sun is setting sooner,
because I never went to
bed.
Damn the time I bumped my head.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem