I just gave him a pat
Now he thinks it was his fate
Like a drops of rain
That makes his head go in pain
The girl with a red cheek
Pimple on his face ready to pick
Everyday when they collide
He becomes very polite
He is filled with package
And can't he conveys his message
Taking time to make a turn
I guess oneday she might run
He is single
Ready to mingle
She is married
That's why she's worried
Oh friend like movies on setmax
Your setting reached to climax
Put your problem on a lorry
So ride on without being sorry
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just gave him a pat Now he thinks it was his fate Like a drops of rain That makes his head go in pain Nice try. Carry on poet.