At the dinner table now, having ordered dinner,
stuffed chicken, veggies salad, Aragua, white
chocolate cheese cake, coke to drink afterwards.
Not very many people here, only fifteen, all very
pleasant except for one woman looking down her nose
at everyone else.
There's always got to be one snob in the crowd and
she's the one.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem