Lily you silly Lily billy
Crying over burnt boiled eggs
Producing water for ducks
feathers that line the bouncing spread
of jam on your face and knows
No nos
And oh the woes.
Tears that leak like burst water
pipes shrill screams
of torture and anguish.
Lily you silly Lily billy
Crying over burnt boiled eggs.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Intriguing to say the least, very creative poetry, different in style which I adore! Great job.