Three crates of Private Eye Lettuce,
the name and drawing of a detective
with magnifying glass on the sides
of the crates of lettuce,
form a great cross in man's imagination
and his desire to name
the objects of this world.
I think I'll call this place Golgotha
and have some salad for dinner.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
it is amazing how he created a poem inspired by his dinner! ! I think this poem is very funny and original at the same time. :)