Your laces are untied
You could trip n' fall
And hurt yourself
So why not just
Tie your laces?
My cap is cocked at forty-five degrees / With my pants crotch hanging at my knees / My laces can flop ‘round in the breeze / I look cool! So, lee' me alone if you please.
A poem so beautifully penned with a powerful message both for children and adults.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is a beautiful ink. Loved it.