One gift for our church member birthday celebrant is to offer him a surprise carolling at the very dawn of his special day.
One morning while chanting religiously with blended voices and rhytmic guitar, a nuisance voice breaking the chorus, ' You're ruining our couple's intimacy, your brother was transferred last night to the frontier door! '. We move sneakingly, repeat the songs eventhough the first ray of the sun is already shining. We only find out then that angry voice whom we had done a mistaken carolling is the landlady's daughter, a newly-wed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol this is a good story thanks