Nervous grins.
And trembling knees.
Seem to have those,
Who once barked arrogantly...
With a familiar cocky braggadocio,
Now appearing to look as if...
Less defiant.
Innocent little puppies.
Knowing to show,
Themselves to be on the receiving end...
Of a punishment coming that is deserving.
From performing misdeeds,
Told repeatedly not to begin.
Or a scolding they can expect,
Will be delivered with such severity...
They will never forget.
Yet an ignorance pretended,
No longer is accepted.
As the nonstopping punishment starts.
Regardless of their whining,
To have been practiced to break hearts.
And tears to flow from those who don't know,
These puppies ain't puppies.
But masquerading evil deceiving demons.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem