Dozens of cousins up early the morning after
mini bar maids handling watered down
fruity cocktails shaded by paper umbrellas
adorned with plastic mermaid swizzle sticks
Taking turns squeezing the fruit
soaked in vodka and shades of rum
knowing why the grown-ups loved fractions so much
always talking of "a fifth of this or a fifth of that"
Seems the more drink glasses we found
led us to half open purses or a pair of heels
tossed aside without thought or care
the more drunk pineapples I ate, the less I cared
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I would like to translate this poem
hi! Avoid drinking.think straight. does the poetess says so? carry on. choose better topics. Thank u