While at a dance after dancing a jive,
We broke away, and found a warm hive,
Our drinks wouldn’t open, we tried, we tried,
And were greatly surprised when the coke bottle cried,
“Don’t drink me, because I’m alive! ”
(c) Selina Gurgacz 2009
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those few lines of loving rhyme. Beautiful, though I don't know where the Coke fits in. Intruding?