A pretty small thing-
Which is a shiny thing.
It's fully green-
And feels like a queen.
It makes some fear-
And brings some tears.
But, still in the pot-
And getting hot.
Always quick-
To give you a prick.
But, without its taste-
The food is waste.
It's nothing -
But a:
SILLY CHILLY.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice Chilly.. though it is not always silly :) .. Good work!