Are we ever satisfied?
On weather,
Too hot. Too cold. Too wet. Too dry. Too warm. Too average. Too constant. Too controlled. Too steady. Too moderate.
On food,
Too light. Too rich. Too common. Too easy. Too heavy. Too hearty. Too simple. Too spicy. Too nutritious. Too typical. Too elaborate. Too ordinary.
On television,
Too French. Too loud. Too real. Too sad. Too true. Too boring. Too British. Too local. Too newsy. Too quiet. Too violent. Too negative. Too popular. Too religious. Too sexual. Too subjective. Too American. Too Canadian. Too patriotic. Too educational.
On life,
Too deep. Too hard. Too strange. Too strong. Too vague. Too anxious. Too friendly. Too hostile. Too intense. Too painful. Too aggressive. Too conflicting. Too personal. Too pleasant. Too erotic. Too exciting. Too generous. Too genuine. Too passionate. Too powerful. Too romantic. Too sensitive. Too similar. Too emotional. Too overwhelming. Too uncomfortable.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very British/Canadian pastime... complaining... but we have not yet reached the heights of the US