As judges and people were voting,
a man, not known then as Ukrainian,
draped in an Australian flag,
mounted the podium,
danced around last year's winner
singing her song,
then flashed his ass.
After votes were cast,
and counted,
Isaiah of Australia
finished fourth in the judges' eye,
and in the peoples', second last.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem