Það var einhver umræða um að banna ensk ljóð. Ég vona að það verði ekki gert því þau eru oft yndisleg.
Þetta ljóð var ég þrjá daga að gera. Enskuleiðréttingar væru bara vel þegnar!

Five year old Molly, planted a seed,
Gaved it some water, hoping for tree.

Seven year old Molly, whispered to her plant;
,,Just a few leaves, that all I want!’’

Ten year old Molly, swinged in a tree,
,,Thats what I want to my tree show me!’’

Twelfe year old Molly, stroked the leaves,
Feeded the plant, and looked at the other trees.

Fifteen year old Molly, meshured the tree,
Only to meters, on those long ten years.

Seventeen year old Molly, has growed so fast!
When she looked at the tree, she missed the past.

Twenty year old Molly, finally got her own home
But there was no family, she was alone.

Twenty five year old Molly, digged up her tree,
And put it in her garden so everyone could see.

Thirty year old Molly, finally got a ring,
She danced happy with her tree and wished it could sing.

Thirty one year old Molly, alone again and sad,
This lousy tree was her only friend she had.

Thirty five year old Molly, never again alone,
Cause the one was her real one.

Forty year old Molly, felt a bit old
So she sit down with her tree in the cold.

Fifty year old Molly and her husband
Looked at their tree as the cutest in the land.

Fifty five year old Molly kept getting old
Her kid has moved out and her house was sold.

Fifty six year old Molly, missed her tree and the backyard
She wanted her house back, and tried so hard.

Sixty year old Molly, didnt want to live here
Cause her fifty year old tree wasnt there.

Sixty five year old Molly, and her one
Got the house back, but the tree was gone.