Bunch of strangers' everyday stop by...alike sliders
To my little cottage, built near to sea side
And each time, blow down the wooden doors
Which I tend to open, for any mysterious road riders
To my great disenchantment, failed to lock
the backyard doors, sneaking and hiding behind the halls
For once, I got scared but dare to rock the ball
With inbuilt weapons, used my force hard to break the walls
Time arrived to welcome the undesirable Guest
Trying to become a forceful acquaintance
Isn't quite embarrassing, trying to flirt beside pools
For the sake of modernity, playing silly game alike fools
Equipped to teach a great lesson this weekend
To get rid of from undesirable guest
using beauty and brains;
Certainly to trash, forever into big drains
Leaving no stain on my beautiful Paradise; with a bizarre end!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
being an 'older' person, and not attuned much to 'social media', AND not used to finding meaning in symbolism, i did not understand the poem, and therefor was not likely to enjoy it. the Poet's Notes helped to assure me that neither you nor i am crazy. bri :)