I drank some Oil Of Olay, thinking it would smooth my throat,
I'm drinking milk from a local farm, from a Nanny Goat,
I stand at night in a compost heap, in the hope I'll grow a foot,
I live in a house with a raging fire, and my chimney's full of soot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem