Silver slippered grasshoppers in a cloud
Of ambulances—
My pregnant wife in the bathroom attending
To her grievances—
I am tossing wine on the couch with my
Dog,
Trying to spell my amens—
I hope nobody can find me out—
I hope I can get all the pretty girls I've
Fallen in love with and find my way home again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the mind of men either like to go for shopping or scavenge! you have disturbed the bee's hives, where the queen bee thinks that she is a great! Well done!