i dropped my pop tart on the floor
i wont see it any more
it makes me so depressed
and with this i must confess
i am waiting for someone to pick it up off the floor and eat it
oh no its been stepped on
everybody talk jamacain mon
and mourn for my little friend
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no u dont mine is way better yours is garbage