Cherry picking and popping my cherry
Both add fuchsia heart and beyond black desire
Soul deep and beautiful imagination
My happy and introspective thoughts my own creation
Where I have a vast imagination.
I glide on my cherry chapstick
I brush my teeth and chew mints
My popular presence never forgotten
My prevalent presence never extinct
My legacy exactly that of positive acceptance.
Kissing all the boys does please me well
Where I throw lucky gold coins into the wishing well
Putting every boy under my hypnotic spell
My cherry chapstick lucky for him as well
As he knows he doesn't have to wait: have to dwell.
Lipstick fashion does leave me glorified
Something wonderful to my unique female character
My female design making my big heart melt
Where my deep love does happily swell
And that gorgeous boy mine alone to create magic spells.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
2) The ‘other' meanings of ‘cherry' and ‘chapstick' have used effectively in the poem, thus the poem is enjoyable for the trope