Pack me…
Packs you act of shames are males.
Bake my wheels and order the ale.
Bear in airs the costs of cars.
Rolls Royce rolls to call.
Call a soul the S.T.D. in worlds.
Wicket windows get the pills.
Fall off wires and get to go.
Fall on swords unfair are hair.
Right to collars fools the fools.
Men are game in bags as tools.
Float the jets the setter reach.
Lady air will take my meats.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem