I wonder now, should I believe
the old story of Adam and Eve.
Whether apple was breast
on a tree or a chest
but their God made the two of them leave.
It was never completely revealed
as not one person ever has squealed
if you look at a man
I am sure that you can
see under his hyoid, concealed
the old apple, he's stolen from God,
now a permanent lump on his bod
after death, at the gate
and the apple he ate
is still there, which will look rather odd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem