Aestival affair of honour
Wintry warmth, festival of adorer,
I swordplay a word to the wise, stabbed by fear fairer;
Deadly rivalry of auld lang syne, swing by unrestricted,
Adorned aerie in acres in acrid, bottonhole accousted;
Yet seemliness brood, pome I grate in proportion,
Hoyle, by the books, as one thinks the best as devotion;
On up and up, open venetian blind to venture a guess,
fasten the fail-safe, footmark, march horseradish the hoarsh God particles, trace;
dainty, delicate rainless veldt dyed in the wool, praiseful in that hour,
Valorous taste of praire oyster, black plum sweetened the child's dread for fire, aestivalaffair of honour.
-Lovita J R Morang
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I would like to translate this poem
o so nice do read my moms smiles and mothers day today thankx in advance