brazen hussy at the check-out desk
cast aside her thermal vest
and without anymore ado
treated the Tesco's weekend queue
to a Vernal Equinox Review
and with cheesecake, melons and Danish-Blue
showed what one or two could do
of the chicken-breast for one man's tea
she revealed it's true inadequacy
oh how Spring was sprung in every aisle
as she took off for more air-miles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The smell of spring's in the air And soon the taste sensations will all be there But until the equinox arrives in June We'll all be drooling, it can't come to soon. s