Bow wows your worlds of worms.
Take your buffet heads to worth.
Swallow the wash down tasks.
Braid the brand new brass.
Tick off my clocks but you clop.
China charges the chances to chalks.
Evils might are not peoples ought.
Table of limbos are hells to hall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem