Every generation...
according to the worldy wise...
there's a degeneration....
'Up goes hems and lazy feet,
what ever happened to charm and sweet? '
Well...
' I've heard of the delectable empire dress...
see-through material and rouge on breasts.'
To which they glared and told me curt...
'That was the French.'
my, I'm hurt.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem