No never
I feel bad to have killed
The last and small, cute
Cockroach; an innocent
Hungry, after food…
The best one among them
Evil is elderly; ran escaped.
I had come very late
From a meeting with
My stage designer
Both tired, she offered:
"Let us have a beer, "
She knew I would pay.
Server's nose was upward
Her skin shiny and glowing
Sort of round; plumb-like
But not plumb, not at all!
Her nose was what many
To have one pay money…
I tapped her on her back
Meant to say "thank you! "
Angel is my colleague
She and I are in films…
"A hand on her butt too? "
Questioned my designer.
"No, never I'd do that, "
Said I and withheld part:
"Unless time is alright! "
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem