Look here where I stand near you.. see....
Move back and say where you place it.
No one likes what you made for them.
Open your mind and make a good one.
People never mind how it made so
Cook...cook...cook and come here with that
Don't go that way here where you should.
Eat and drink with... run home happy.
For the God sake never ask for soup.
Go and order never for my soup.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem