I m a fellow feeling mellow in yellow
In a good mood for food i say hellow
To the shy waiter
The hungry painter
I dont like the menu though; Hell No!
Food be it good or bad means life for a pauper but a taste trickler for the rich. Good humour bro.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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