Day I thought up the wheel,
I also was about to make the bus.
Stood there in corner shade and the idea struck.
Granite, I just couldn't communicate it as such.
There we all were in crowded cave, bunch of us.
But I'm not huckster like Gar, it sure does seem.
Instead, everybuddy got all rambunctious
over his silly idea,
the karaoke machine.
That night we all stayed up late
singing Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen.
Published by Gimmick Press,2018
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem