Tom! no answer what's gone with that boy?
i wonder? the old lady pulled out her
spectacles down and looked out after them
she sheldom, never looked through them
for so small a thing as a boy she thought
for they where her state pairs, the pried of her heart,
and were built ber her for 'style' not service as Tom did
but still loud enough she cried Tom, Yom, Tom
for the boy to hear, well i lay if i get tired of you,
i'll
she did not stop for by this time,
she was bending down, punching under the bed
with a broom, and so, she needed breath as he lifted her head up
to get some air
she went out and open the door,
looked outside, but never stoped shouting
for the boy to hear him but it was imporsible
for the boy had gone too far
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem