You set the road on fire
when the gas is put down
and all the traffic becomes wire
oh how the passenger is a clown
your freckles that are well hidden
are under the dashboard
well and truly smitten
are the lovers on the passing board
I think what a well deserved break
the pole comes to an end
as the frog jumps out of the lake
he says I only want to be a friend
run him over the tracks
and watch his guts evaporate
for frog legs make nice snacks
and his soul will arrive late
all this trouble is delayed
upon a sea that is fruitful
over priced and played
iv never been so deceitful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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