Eyes asleep in thought
the onetime castle king
ordered milk for seven dry sundays
while his china universes
(provided by a self soaping god complex)
made to woo the bald GREEK maid
saying to Father Schemes (the worthy)
"giggle, period, Man I'm off
my head with a hell of an
automatic crumble."
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem