My dear Monsieur,
Which party,
Do you party with?
I fear it is all
You have done.
Party and rumble.
Your brain has slipped
From your pocket,
And your politics
Are long forgotten,
Sitting in a wine glass.
i see the kind of person in your poem as you describe and it means you are good at word-use nice setting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
interesting...i like it..makes me think. SG xo