Legumes go for April Fools
or Dear Green Thumb Poet
or An unsaturated fat organic feast
Your poem smells like hummus
while you mumble of hedges
Wall Street Hedge Funds are history.
Your words blossom on the borders
of your pile of humus. I don't mean
to be humorous At this stage of your life
If you keep your thumb green
don't use toxic fertilizers
Share with me your snails to be
I bet they'll be even more organic
with much garlic and drowned in
I can't Believe it's Not Butter.
After let's not be too close and though
the garlic will thin my blood I can still
be thick enough to wrestle you down
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem