I went to the All-You-Can-Eat Buffet;
I like to go there as much as I can.
The food is so good, I can't stay away.
I eat what I like; that's always my plan.
I noticed the last time that everyone there
seemed to be overweight. Yes, it was true.
And then I felt a slight twinge of despair.
Was I one of them? Could I be fat, too?
I checked out my body, a long, hard look.
My arms are flabby; my belly is round.
I'm not the skinniest page in the book,
and yes, my shadow makes dents in the ground.
I looked around again, and I could see
that all of those fat guys were just like me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem