I pinpointed a mystifying object,
It was like a red tomato, many,
Inside the juice smelt sick-making
As nauseous as oranges that rotted.
I want more coffee, more errands to the shop,
It makes my lungs blissful, my head clear,
As undisturbed as a heavenly maiden,
Oh my! The list of benefits goes on.
Just too much juice is useful,
I am finding it helpful to drive other smells,
Maybe I cook and others do not,
Just so that I consume the cuisine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sweet poem. it shows your love for food.