I talk to my Computer,
And Tweet up in a tree,
A branch fell down,
And broke my crown,
Then Jack and Jill,
Came up the hill,
And asked why am I me,
What the heck can all this be?
Precursor of Insanity?
Of course, I think you should reply I am because you asked, but where's the pail of water that you had last time you passed? I need a drink of something cool before resuming tweets and sending crazy poems and such will keep me off the streets.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
yes .............................................