Nerves of steel I need right now.
Where are my buds?
Feeling nervous about my event.
Friends say, don't worry, it's all good...
Wanting it to be great and fantastic.
Not a bore in the hood.
Times are tight.
Times are tough.
Man... If only everyone had truckloads of money.
Everyone, or at least me.
If I had the funds, I'd buy everyone a ticket for a grand event!
Money after all, is meant to be spent.
The finest things for each friend.
Nothing ever to payback and nothing to lend.
But tis is not the case, so I must be creative.
I've done this forever, it's cool, I'll live.
I can do this, only a headache or two...
But this event WILL be grand in French blue.
Music will fill the air and food will delight.
It will be an afternoon with a memorable night!
So where are my buds?
They'll help find the answers.
They will alleviate all the worries and stress I feel.
After all, when all else loses appeal, I've got nerves of steel.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem