Shanelle couldn't stop thinking about the love
It was just so lovesick and erotic
But she could never forget the belove
That morning, Shanelle was shocked by the foxglove
She found herself feeling rather psychotic
Shanelle couldn't stop thinking about the love
Later, she realised that the love was above
She thought the situation had become rather hypnotic
But she could never forget the belove
Brian tried to distract her with a dove
Said her mind had become too antibiotic
Shanelle couldn't stop thinking about the love
Shanelle took action like a glove
The love was becoming too chaotic
But she could never forget the belove
Shanelle declined thereof
Her mind became dangerously despotic
Shanelle couldn't stop thinking about the love
But she could never forget the belove
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem