Sunday afternoon with no place to go.
Twins Jimmy and Timmy loved to play games of tic-tac-toe.
An X here and O there.
They played happily without care.
They could start marking that paper at noon.
And not quit until the light of the moon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A beautiful poem on Game with amusing expression has been astutely delineated by yoy dear Lamar, thank you for sharing here.10