Susan was a pretty girl
She dreamed she had a big pearl
She dreamed she made a tasty pie
and that she ate chicken fry
She dreamed she had several pets
and took them to meet many vets
She dreamed she had a big house
and with it a friendly mouse
She dreamed she was a mighty queen
She dreamed she was cruel and mean
She dreamed she was a super hero
that invented the number zero
Susan woke as dawn broke
And her dreams went up in smoke
She looked back on her dreams and thought
Oh, what a good joke
Rishi Menon,11 years.
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I would like to translate this poem
well done..........that susan was me....