Steffi's my friend - a poet she's not.
But let's all remember the things that she's got.
Blonde hair and blue eyes -- and oh, lots of fun!
But forget about Tennyson, Shakespeare - or Donne.
Steffi's been blessed and is greatly endowed
with hallmarks not found in the regular crowd.
Among these are fantasy - and vivid illusion,
which borders, we'd say, on acute self-delusion.
She considers her verse is fit for a queen,
but likely more fitting a pure philistine!
Her verse is suited to a particular kind;
a particular verse for a laudenum mind.
But the greatest of poets, once did remind,
'The mind is its own place and in it you'd find'
-- as Milton, of Stefanie's verse did foretell --
'a Hell of Heaven and a Heaven of Hell.'
MJS 11/20
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem