Jay.
Stop going your own way.
Come back to my bay.
Be my light's ray.
I promise, I'll pay.
I'll do whatever you say.
Except, I won't be gay.
I'll still make hay.
Even though its past the month of may.
I hope you enjoy you enjoy your day.
& I hope that your mood is anything but grey!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem