Band that is and was
Muse for they sold globally,
so matusaléms have appreciated,
As I, thriving through generations
Have tasted Leonor Rigby…
Today I wrote poems no one will read
As Father McKenzie and his socks,
Or that sermon that no one would hear.
Un mariage avec assez d'argent
Elle n'a pensez que les hommes
S'arrête parfois de suivre
Elle était ingénue et beau
Je la prenais un morceau
Je l'aimerais au point du cuivre
Isolé, foutu,
Sans aucun poursuivre
If wishes were pennies
Beggars would ride.
And other exotic trash
Arriving with this high tide
As a forgotten Doc, but a known Mr Hide
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem