Don't just pop in! !
But, do knock before you enter;
Because, it is time for the harvest.
Put on your life jacket to save you from drowing,
Boom, broom!
Commenting;
But, it is time for the harvest.
Knock before you enter,
Seek! ! And, you will find the way;
And like a memo to my lover.
Intimate contact!
it is time for the harvest;
Age, leverage!
Of a special assistant;
Goats, gloats!
To go to waste;
And, of the early morning.
Plotters, potters!
Legitimate;
Over, overthrow!
But, the air is now pregnant with cordite;
However, do knock before you enter into the room.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem