grab me by the shards..
...spin
me 'round
to face
you......
pour a trapuddlian torrent....
...albeit couched...
oh, well..divaned, then...
in arbitrarian webs-of-parlancitrous gumbrage...
inimitabubbled...horse-chaste and nearly breughelish....
.....painterly,
yes...and ooomphalooompha-ed..
.alright, alright....we'll go downstairs...the ink is still wet and the heraldry....not impinging, is it?
....oh, good.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem