there were two trees in the side of road
one of them was kind, had a heart of gold
but the other one, it was a villain
didn't care about any body's pain
once a hard storm came up in the town
nobody was out, every one at home
broke the kind one, powerful wind
as the kind had to, at villain leaned
said hey old friend, hold me for two days
we've been old friends, villain said 'who says
that we are friends? ', and released the kind
the kind fell down and, cut all the phone lines
center fixed the lines, and found if the rain
and storm come up, it'll happen again
there'll be no risks here, if we just cut this
they cut villain, and it was justice...
prince
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very unusual, smart and fresh. i think ur poems r well enough done