As a servant girl to a King
I just had a damsel well serve me
As grapes to my royal mouth
She inserted a green sprout
My eyes were closed
in poetic mode
I queried, 'What cometh? '
She sexily whispered,
'Asssssssparagussssssss'
The demented poet declared:
Asparagus!
Atmospheric gas!
A faery's ass!
I'm fairly crass!
A churlish theme made succulent by great fantasy...............well crafted
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
...ha ha, asparagus is healthy..yum yum ★