mountainous....
it's fountainous....
it's swept-the-floor-with wantonous
predictations.... consummations....and that's the least of eructations
shooting forth from this great nib....
ooooh...droooling...
please...someone, anyone..... pass a bib...! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like Dr. Seuss on mescaline! Wonderful!