The voluptuous dance of a lady 
can be seen at this site – 
various steps: 
jigs, twists, plentiful pirouettes 
and a curious view of rear-end-swing.
 
All free to they who seek 
this melody(dissonance over consonance)          
with a view in bouncy abundancy, albeit, 
exponentially acerbic display.
There is a message here, yet few
see the suggestion, or know
inherence for cause: 
self-actualization
of monkeys’ mothers’ matriarchs 
who eat fruit with their tail, 
swing through trees with their tongue, 
and know themselves as a rail... 
from 'San Diego” to...
Timbuktu.   
Alas, 
they’ve mastered their business
and know the way... 
through jungles of Malls 
Sprawls & Monkie-e-es - 
it's brilliance in 
misconception.
(Dec.01,07)                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
are you really 8 years old...this is really good...hehehe...