I've curled my ears into tubules
In order that the noodles won't be hung on them...
I'm going along the streets.... doo-bbbiii-dddooooo...
And feel myself younger and younger!
The noodles on ears sometimes are too hard,
They weigh sometimes as the thousand tons.
Tubules-ears are best in their kind
To clean the nonsence of the world at once...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
: O)) still laughing...................................: O))