Z, I told you I was a letter,
but you never looked to C.
Y, I do not understand,
he only talks to B.
U, wont lend a helping hand,
its almost time for T.
After O does anything,
hes always got to P.
Z, I told you I was a letter R.
You listening to me?
All you got to do my friend,
is take a look to C.
This is a clever little doodad as I call it. It doesn't say much but it does say it. and that's better than saying nothing at all. GW62
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I've been telling you that your cleaver and this proves it. Becca