Down the street with others I walk.
A feeling comes that does perturb.
Inside my shoe I feel a rock.
So I do sit down on the curb
Next to a fire hydrant where is
Space enough for me to sit down
And do the rock removal biz,
Then continue walking downtown.
As I start to pull off my shoe,
Being watched I get feeling of,
So turn to get a better view,
And see a cop standing above.
The cop gives a ticket to me,
Parked next to a fire hydrant be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem