Eugenics, Eunice!
To the health facility;
Cloud, could!
Like the midday bulletin;
But, the plans were far ahead.
At, Atlas!
To the knot;
Plot, lot, not, knot, plot, dot, hot, spot!
Hello my dear Lover;
With icy Hands in the lan dof your muse,
For, you are the only one that i ever love.
The first test,
The second test,
The third test!
Hello my dear Lover;
You are the only one that i ever love.
Test, test, tent!
Verbally in the land of your sweet muse;
And like the muse of the First Lady,
With an interesting turn today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem