I sit. I'm still. It Is Night.
It is night; I still sit tight.
Night instills, in Bri, fright.
His night-fright still IS, .....
till it is light.
(July 27th 2016)
Aye Aye Aye Aye (a poem written using the sound i) Aye Aye Aye Aye I Mississippi my pie I bonsai my cacti Butterfly amplify I to die detoxify fungi chai Aye Aye Aye Aye I cry justify my good-bye
It is Day light! Get over your fright! Bri and fright not a pretty sight! The poem is nice!
Bri lives in US and unlike Pakistan there is no shortage of energy. I think one of his naughty neighbors probably from the south did something wrong and the cut outs of distribution board were down. Really enjoyed this lovely fun.
As usual off the wall and clever and frightening and funny at the same time
So late that night Bri had a big fright When he saw a little green light Tis an alien alright Who exposed himself to Bri that night That night when the light gave Bri a fright
Thus as he sits, imagine Bri's shock If he hears the sound of a knock In fright, he will shudder n' shake And all will know what he does lack
Enjoyable... It seems that your electric gone for a long time.. ha Ha... Though we can't think of it for U. S. A..... Anyway I could not get the meaning of the poet's note...? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bri, try switching on the lights! That would be an idea bright Or get your wife to hold you tight Best thing to do late at night Sure to get you out of your fright
Ha... ha! Enjoyed it! This guy is proving cleverer than you, Bri!