New Dance
Dance dance dance,
I don't like this chance,
They play with no balance.
They enjoy,
Everyone with a boy,
And become as a toy.
Tightly And short cloth,
No respect toy both,
Up to twelve fourth.
They play with no torch,
Other steal their pouch,
Oh God! We can't reach.
If they come in force,
I play quito inhence,
Without looking their face.
If they remove their cash,
I answered in harsh,
Sitting until they finish.
Copyright © Husna Chikwela | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment