It was in nineteenfiftyfive,
For twelve long years I'd been alive.
I see as well the CAVEAT,
have donned my wise poetic hat
and all be told, from shore to shore,
a woman glows at forty-four.
And pretty Gina, sixty one
is still a tease and lots of fun.
She read my English poem 'She',
and cocked her dimples: 'Oh, I see'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Now thank you for that history Prettiest Gina a perky tease doeth makes you tremble high of knees now CAVEAT is an interesting sign the cave at my place is open late for de cav eatery has iced plum cake always good for filling your face