I am 52, reserved,
refined, and
serious.
i am more of a teddy
bear
in your cabinet
but when you said
'go wacky'
like the rest i jumped
and stretched my arms
forgot the teddy bear
in me
and well, i was wacky
and wants to be wacky
for once. But tomorrow
i want you to do the same
'shout at me, GO wacky! ! '
i guess at 52 i can still
jump a hundred times
but how about you,
Mr.70? Can you go
wacky too? How about
you Ms. Broken Heart
Ms. Forlorn, Mr. Insolvent
Mrs. Unpaid Credit Card
Mr. Failure, Ms. Cauldron
Mr and Mrs. Casserole
Do you like to go wacky too?
at any rate,...hmm
'what is wacky? '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem