Coconut Club!
With the muse of your land;
Love!
With the ways of your mind;
But, she was in when you knocked at the door.
The needed amount,
To refuel;
Criss-cross!
To the Auditor;
But, she was in when you knocked at the door.
Crumb, plumb, numb!
Paid in full;
Crouch, couch!
With the mus eof the land;
But, she was in when you knocked at the door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem