When trying to read a poem,
There's nothing more annoying.
Than that damned floating ad,
It makes me extremely mad.
I've quietly read the first verse,
When scrolling down it gets worse.
That damn ad follows down too,
That bloody thing is made of glue.
There is one another drastic option,
Join another poetry site for adoption.
With no ads that are so maligned
And to give me total piece of mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem