Today is dark and stormy,
strong winds are hurtling by,
my bank account is dwindling
but What care I?
My curls are lank and droopy
my veil has flown sky-high,
but with truest love abiding
stand my groom and I...
and with stormy clouds subsiding
What care I?
Worth more than the silly 3/10 some idiot scored your poem. Worth a ten in my book...maybe they never understood it?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I thought this a charming little poem. 10. Chuck