I wanted my concert to be rock ‘n’ roll.
But before this happened, there was a toll.
There was a thing I needed, it was a guitar.
So I travelled near, and I travelled far.
I had finally found one, in the middle of summer.
And then I thought, don’t I need a drummer?
I had found a friend, after the spring fling.
Then we realized, that we couldn’t sing.
Auditions were held in every town.
But it always left us with a frown.
Then, suddenly, the phone rang,
And to our shock, someone sang.
This person, she was the one.
So we practiced, and we were done.
Our band was complete.
Ready to compete.
So we went out to rock.
And people came in like a flock.
They cheered and yell.
So we thought, albums, we should sell.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem