They say my poetry is to be taught in Turkey,
So I don’t see a need to make much of money,
As I am already fully invested
In the enterprises of the lavish poor,
But I still like to look good for my honey.
I am a dandelion in full spore.
Yes, I am ripe and fat for my honey,
And my children are keen to explore;
But my sister has already won the turney,
So my other sweet sister, who I adore,
I’ll gladly settle for second if you’ll
Go sweet for thirds,
Or we can just sit by and watch the ambling traffic,
And show these pin suited commuters our birds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem