Sleepless again
It was a night without sleep
I had seen the movie "The Jacal."
Twenty years ago
Ripping stuff!
Then I went to bed and saw the movies again.
Scene after scene
So young, the actors were.
I liked the inspector the best, he with a bushy moustache.
Not so happy about the ending
Of all the police on duty, he asked the right one?
The general could have been hit, say, in the foot.
Couldn't get the movies out of my head
Had to breakfast at six o'clock.
From now on, JB Fletcher will do; it is predictable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Story the old story makes the night sleepless enjoyable ! ! !