Author Hiroaki Sato Here at the row of shacks on the hunting ground, I'll make him stand outside my room a while, I'll punish him early tonight; last night and the night before, he didn't come. He said sorry, yes, he did, but I must teach him a lesson. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments