I went out with phone intention
Since I had yesterday some attention
The lady behind me was in frustration
There was a guide dog suddenly
Coming to his to attention
The store member took my phone
I had to her undivided attention
She sorted my phone with some hesitation
She must have gone back to her station
Perhaps the lady behind me lost frustration
All in all it was a pleasant sensation
So Vodaphone I would gladly mention
Down to the local park
A bunch of people at the bus stop
Numerous post crowned in pyramid shape
The weeping willow was saying hello
The canoeist taking their fares below
Lots of people not saying hello
Perhaps they were lost in their mind fellows
Or maybe they were thinking of cellos
Just so long as there are not any bellows
Because most people should be mellow
Let's think a wish for all the people in ghettos
But not for the wasted trips on aeroplanes
But let's keep all the airwaves open
Not let be just a token
The poor little boy in his pushchair crying
Oh, blue long hair, electric blue t shirt
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem