in the corner by the hearth....
found my sweet inamorato
sequelated, seeking warmth..
orbs, falanges decussato....
made a soup of March hare's whisker-clips...
Blixen's dew-hoove's shavings,
Humpty's shell-gel, fireflies' flickers
and the substantive stuffs of cravings.....
he imbibed the soparific...became focussed....quite pacific...
we've ascribed the heal to nuance....
well...could be some superfluence....
we now loll the beach on Waikiki.....
and
you're welcome to the recipe.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
not bad really cute and sweet