The russack is not for sale,
holy holy holy rabbit's feet,
Feta cheese and lamb,
Gnossos is an anarchist,
(Silent G) wandering in
the void of
Cornell.
Green knee-socks slipped,
A hunting horn on the wall,
Cuba is for lovers, but
then, so is Hell.
Sow the seeds and study
your physics;
In the end it all looks up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem