OK now
I thought I would share
But I'm getting hungry
And I'm not sure you will like it
But I saved you some anyway
Do I leave it out?
Do I cover it?
Put it in the frig?
Should we heat it
When you are more interested?
Or shall I throw it away
So it doesn't get mold
And tell us
Too old....too old...too old...
Or so I am told
By the left-overs
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem