Edith Oram
Joined poetry forum
With plenty decorum
Little did she know
The addiction would grow
To let poetry flow.
Soon she was caught
In a web so taut
That her muse became fraught.
To sort this dilemma
She called on the members
Some feedback to send her.
One or two did, Luvs,
Which gave her a buzz,
Cleared her head from the fuzz.
Words started to rack,
Poems started to stack,
Edith Oram is back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem