Spinning
Twirling all around
Free, not bound to the ground
So dizzy I'm not able to see strait
Nauseas and I think I might faint
So fun I'm not able to stop
Even though my ears are starting to pop
Cannot walk the right way
Trip and fall, I think I may
Even though spinning makes me feel weird and funny
It doesn't matter because outside its warm and sunny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem