Four punkies
wandering through
on a moonlit night
while the sky is blue
looking for a spot
to lose the coils.
then, they got in
an elegant cafe
the brochure was then
handed by the lady
(its the menu actually)
then they ordered one
plus one, plus one
a strawberry cake,
a blue berry cake
the delightful mouth
watering chocolate cake,
and who will ever forget
the milky way?
a globule smoothie
with a syrup of cherry
(oh wait! I remember the cherry)
drinking bubble was
rather wholesome I realized,
the bubbles bubbling furiously
pink bubble on the glass
they look odd.
your mouth would even bubble
when you burp, burp, burp..
feeling at home,
lying on the settee
stentorian chuckles around
quite embarrassing though
but who cares Who? who?
quite expensive though,
but cash is always there,
and moments are rare
nevertheless, it only lasted
for a moment or an hour though,
but it instilled a lifetime memo
to the two and two..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem