What's the matter, son?
Someone's called you names again at school?
'It's my Biology teacher.
Mommy...
You know how we like horses? '
Yes.
Why?
'My teacher hates them.'
Why would you say that?
'After I read my report in front of the class.
She called me to her desk.
And then whispered in my ear...
~One day...
I bet you will be hung like a horse.~
And then she winked at me! '
She WHAT?
'She winked at me.
Don't get upset, mommy.
She only wants me to do better.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem