the mango margarita girl
beneath the tiki thatch
with red hibiscus in her hair
the others try to match
one dances an alluring step
and lights desires disguise
another's laugh is sensuous
but fails to hypnotize
every man in the tiki hut
has a single thought
but mango margarita girl
can simply not be bought
green eyed ladies envy her
but do not know her woe
for can a lover e'er be true
and how is she to know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem