With Nana To The Big City Poem by Zyw Zywa

With Nana to the big city
the translation tongues in our ear
'Mignoter et manger, pipi, caca

dodo', we understand everything
that tourists are doing here
'Plain easy, isn't it? '

she sighs, satisfied, licking
a rainbow ice-cream
Tiresome uneasy

I think, all those people
I don't belong to them
'Grandma don't you think so:

grown-ups are actually
quite the same
when you hear them talk

because they already know
everything and I do not and
I think that's a lot more fun'