This is a portrait of Nolmeroy.
He lived a bit, and died a bit,
And when he lied, he cried a bit,
But never found himself annoyed,
In fact, he ended up destroyed.
But that's a shame,
And life's a game,
But Nolmeroy was just Nolmeroy.
I like your little poem. It is bright, cheerful and rhymes beautifully
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
addiction, perhaps? at least that's what it meant to me. love it man