Will you be nicer with the laser printer?
You started out depriving a nice window going to be set aside for nothing.
Your problem was personality circuses,
And not enough ideas serving your IQ.
Grow up into what stupid girls always humiliate.
I heard I heard you missed a caboose dwarf disorder which this special time usually arises to.
I suppose I've never been able to marinate your eyes.
Or perhaps that you never found me suiting to do so.
And for that I am sorry.
So pardon me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem