We should set up
a strong fighting gear
against these blobbing meatballs
A wooden spoon is not enough
we'd need a magic potion
made with cinnamon tea
and orange marmalade
to win the battle
Meatballs want to eat our brains
ereasing our memories
to split us apart
So, take the cookies and sugarcubes
you know where they are
a bit of milk can be useful too
Build up our armor
staying close together
and fire all of our weapons
against those evil meatballs
in our heads
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like meatballs and this poem, Monica. Thanks for sharing
Thank you Kelly, me too I like meatballs, expecially my grandma' original recepit. Of course here poultry is just a metaphor for confusion...