Felt me
up down wrapped around
sunless sleep O pea
no pod fell out of
Cobbled streets
that weep no morning sun
keep you nice and warm
troubles brew to balmy calm to
drink a cup of spirit free.
Blighters bugger chilly winds
Seattle's sail
buggy rides availed you
none
falling
falling falling
oppressed a heartless art rare form today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have to agree with Joe P. Last line is cool! God Bless, Keep writing this way, it is so much better I think. No Poo!