Westerns, and loving it
Southerners, and dove-ing it
Northerners, and hovering over it
Easterners and shoving it
West, human rights write
South, mix fight with delight
North, just out of sight
East, the fight's a sight!
West, upper word now
South, spills it somehow
North, too tall to bow
East, the sale is on a crow
West seems to have it all
South throws them the ball
North just stands tree tall
East just ready to take the fall
West dictates and irritates
South Just debates
North just elates
East negates what it creates
West and the rest just yawns
South ready with the yarn
North lend one of them a darn
East hired to mow the lawns
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem