I like to think I'm a sociable girl
who, every once in a while
would venture out for a twirl
with friends down the aisle.
Who, from time to time
paint the town red and revel
on these occasions of pantomime
I've seen tears on the face of the Devil.
He tempted one with an apple of red
the insignia of danger so I'm told
he won't tempt me for I'm pure bred
and totally self controlled! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem