Judging by your photo, and a bit like Helen Mirren,
I would say: the deities have conceived engaging notion,
a jot of prestige, aesthetic design, and, possibly...
dramatic rendition in-and-of attraction's allure.
Maybe I'll stop by for coffee, tea, or just
a moment's hoped generosity (possibly some fat-fate?) .
I deserve something, in spite of my (ratherish) desirous-design.
At least I'm beyond (well?) negligible stature: in figure,
tittle of talent, and, of course...sumptuous-suppose. Hey, I get along! ...
And would like to venture somewhere...
somewhere beyond a vapid circumstance
(a people-preponderance subtly inferring enmity, non-simpatico) .
Maybe, just maybe, we'll render the town...bushy?
Me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem