Incandescent fluorescents,
lights for which we pay less cents.
We are told they are made by a trick of the trade
to give us an amiable essence.
Though we've taken this long to converse,
the conclusion we've reached is quite terse:
they may or may not make us look so hot,
but at least they won't make us look worse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem