The rock sat staring at the sky,
all he could think was a gluttonous pizza pie.
Where could he find one?
advertising lights shone bright above a plaster bun,
The rock uprooted himself and rolled down the hill
Passing a long line of starving infants and mothers on pills.
The rock rolled over them one and all,
Until he finally found his precious pizza pie standing so tall.
He pulled out the giant starred and striped flag from the top,
And ate it all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem