Games, television and radio,
Distracts me from my work.
Soon my mother caomes into the room,
'Have you done your homework? '
Talking over the telephone continuously,
Munching on the chips I have.
I do nothing but relax,
Sleep, eat and play.
Once all the work comes,
How do I manage them?
By chucking them into a dusty corner,
Or by doing in the time I have left.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol, i do that too! haha.nice poem! (: