I wrote a poem yesterday and my computer stored it away.
Went to look for it today and this is what pooter had to say.
What poem? I remember no such thing, and are you sure?
Well I hate to complain, not even about the rain,
But I liked the poem, it was about lost love and pain.
Now I must rewrite it but that will be so very hard.
A poem once written can never be written the same again,
For today I might write about loss and pain but with a grin.
So to my compooter I give this word of most serious advice.
Computers can be replaced at a very, very fast pace.
Soon I found my poem and much to my surprise,
It was on a pad of paper, though it was not written by me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem