An anorexic fly was flying
around the kitchen, near the stove
he smelled the spuds that they were frying
so now and then he slowed and dove
down to the pan to have a peek
when suddenly a pale, anaemic
and funny looking two-winged freak
accosted him, said 'I'm bulemic'
I am so starved, must have some food.'
The anorexic fly was fearful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem