Society,
Rita, Evita!
Body of evidence,
I've kept my promise so,
Don't break your promise.
Beauty queen!
The narrow way,
The small mouth,
The Blue Angel! !
Like a lady with a gun;
But, you're the beauty queen in my black coffee.
Society-lady,
This image,
Car, carpet!
To explore deep down;
All in the name of love.
Structure, picture!
Private secretary,
Mary, primary!
My pleasing Princess;
Dishes, brandishes!
Best dressed but, not with the nakedness as seen around.
Place, Palace!
This picture,
Sweet 16! !
IT-Girl;
Being at the right place at the right time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem