This word contains
thirty-two pristine, pearly teeth.
It purrs when spoken,
and smiles and winks.
Flash bulbs erupt
as it streaks across the stratosphere.
The most popular word in California,
it can make the truth become the rain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your 'definition' poems. They make it seem like 'words are people, too.'