Vernon had waited a long time to build his dream house.
He built it beside a golf course.
Because he loved to play golf every day.
One morning he was in the kitchen eating Kellogg's Frosted Flakes.
And a golf ball came in through the kitchen window.
And hit him in the head killing him.
As he died, he dreamed that he was playing golf with Tony the Tiger.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem