Kitchen shelf,
Vegetables;
Self, shelf!
Bright and attractive,
Nice and lovely;
But, it is well with your soul.
Chef, shelf!
Bright and attractive,
Right and lovely;
But, it is well with my soul.
To tantalize it!
With tea, rum and sugar;
Point it and take it in.
Pulp fiction!
Love knows no end and,
Love knows no border;
Bread and potatoes,
You only live on these.
Of the graph!
Horizontal and vertical;
But, never drive your car through the waters.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem