no twisted stomach,
Mr. odd's gut residence
his obsolete eyes are
broader than his corn barn
Mr. Odd lived by the fare
and faded by the shoose
his famished emptiness was
like Thump Tower.
bursting of blanks getting bursted.
nothing is ample.
chit-chated Mr.Odd would strand rats
to steal a baby girl. Here Doggie,
Mr. Odd takes what he sees
careful, bagful and meat-loaf.
and dispersed in the barf.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem