I listen to it when I'm happy,
I listen to it when I'm depressed.
I listen to it before I sleep.
I listen to it when I'm getting dressed.
I listen to it before I go clubbing,
I listen to it when I hang out with my friends.
I listen to it at weekdays,
I listen to it at weekends.
It has the perfect songs;
In the perfect order.
I could copy it a few more times;
And make my living as a recorder.
Doing that I could make millions of millions;
Of all the lovely dough,
though
I could be abducted by a UFO.
Nah, there's more chance of me growing an afro.
And being a white dude,
It wouldn't look very good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem