For giving the challenge, to come and get off your head, she says.
Well done you have, though making me lie on a bed of thorns.
To break a rice craker in two, to tell my fortune, a pigeon has come.
Those children have not stayed there, at the time of the school's out, they issue a warning.
The last train has gone, a bench is there, for a poem to be read aloud in spite of.