Grandad said
'Being dead
Is not too bad at all.
You can chose to work
Or chose to shirk
And you don't have to go to school! '
Everyone is friendly,
You don't get any grief,
You're never tired or hungry
And you even get new teeth.
And Granny, she's a cracker!
She's full of fun and games,
She hasn't got an ache or pain,
Stopped looking like Sid James.
Of course' he said, 'We miss you
And we're sorry you were sad.
Just think about us now and then
And love your mum and dad'.
And then he threw my football back,
Said, 'You get on your bike.
I'd better not stay out too long -
You know what Granny's like! '
He turned into shaft of light,
He gave a little wiggle
And as he disappeared from sight,
I'm sure I heard him giggle.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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