My date showed down there,
But momma does not care,
She thinks he's an air-head.
My date and I left at nine,
mom says 'bring her back in time',
maybe see about another,
If you truely love her.
Then he turned with a smile,
Down the street a mile,
Then he puts her in a file,
And finished his tiles,
Of inconsiderate smiles,
My first date.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hmmm thats very goo ive read all your nuber two page poems but this one has i think metephores in it idk but its vewry good