The wizard comes out of hiding
Tired, sulking about some mis-laid
Metaphor
Which scored low on the scale of
Good
Better
Best
So he revamped his style and
After a while
Would have written the perfect rhyme
But ran out of time...the clock stopped
Ticking...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is great, Dorthy...iip It happens to me all the time... :)