I strolled into a Farmyard
And my senses came to life
Smells I'd not encountered
Since I met my 'Earthy' wife
She lived inside a commune
With fellow raconteurs
I wondered where the smells came from
And then noticed it was her
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You have a lot of guts to write this - or - you're not married.