The poet was wrong


Was the alley and a girl with cute and gesture
He was a crotch and a crush was over!

I said: Who is this cute and love?
He said, "For he is not afraid, the man lived!"

The heart I gave, laughing, blinking
He said, "Fill the pocket and make a pocket!"

With his eyes the wisdom of the head
The brick was stained and the heart of Dopinga!

He went and crawled with a crap
The poet was overwhelmed by the force of evil!

Fell on the quilt
The poet from the poem, scheduled!

Tomorrow morning said, baby, a news
We became the owner of a moon!

Poor poet
He said, "Woe to me, O God!

Cried and said with sigh and pressure:
I didn't come here for the time!

I was wrong, I was wrong, shelter!
I was just poetry, innocent!

#behnammohtarami #