When she first spoke then
Her speech was all about the difference between a lap and thighs
She taught me that a lap has two ways
That leads to paradise or hell
Her tongue is honey-twisted
So is the destination of a paradise that seems hell
She halted the class because it was jejune to the teacher
She needed to go the ozon layer
And I needed to give her a ride
We rode my mercedes bends on an unconstructed road;
Bloody and Accidental
We both arrived at the Ozon Layer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem