Wally made the long drive home
from vacation on Election Day
because he wanted to vote.
He went for a jog and then to the polls
and cast his vote for his candidate.
Then he jogged to the Post Office
to pick up the mail held for him
while he was away on vacation.
But they wouldn't give him his mail.
He had no I.D. in his sweat pants.
Not to worry, Wally told the clerk.
He'd come back with his I.D. later.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this, Donal...Your structural /Stanzaec movement is virtually flawless...gliding line to line like a coin tossed 'cross a freshly glaced ice pond...Well Done ~FjR-'16~