I waz walking down Wyefront street
When me trousers ran away,
I waz feeling incomplete
But still me trousers would not stay,
When I found where they had gone
De pair addressed me rather blunt,
And they told me they were sick of being put on
Back to front.
I told dem I would treat dem good
And wear dem back to back,
I promised dem protection
From a friend who is a mac,
Me trousers did not believe a single word I had to say,
And me underpants were laughing
When me trousers ran away.
Oh! I got so caught up laughing I forgot to say Congratulations! ! ! and this gets a 10+++++++++++++ from me!
Funny poem. My kind of style. Bet your shoes had something to say. I like it brilliant.
An imaginative and witty poem, loved it. Congratulations on its selection as the 'Modern Poem of the Day'!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
zephainah rhyme now because I hate your opems without rhymes k
The slaughtering of grammatical standards is great attention getting tactics, he’s actually a fair poet at times...like us all I guess
Just nnnnnnnooooooooooooooooo
that's justmean Zephaniah is the best poet of the century