If you've tried to call her phone
Or popped by her house.
You'll notice that her voicemails
Are full & that your knocks
Have gone unanswered.
She's went on vacation
To stock up on new brews for a potion
& stretch her tentacles out on the beach
Black air pods dancing through her ears.
She's kicked down and danced around
Sand castles by the mound on her way
Back to the bar.
She's sent selfies of herself drinking Mai Tai's
Along with motivational quotes to Maleficent
Inviting her out for a good time.
If you've tried to reach her recently
You might've found that it goes straight
A new black dress to caress
Her curve, her tongue swirling
Around a black straw.
With every intention to bag the guy
At the end of the bar.
More problems her tentacles
Can enjoy getting into
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem