Granny wants to go to a movie 
back in the old neighborhood 
where she and Gramps used to
neck in high school but Gramps 
doesn't want to drive that far  
and tells Granny he'll go if she sits 
in the balcony and wears a skirt 
he can slide his hand under 
during the Coming Attractions.
Granny asks Gramps if he isn't 
a little old for that kind of thing  
and Gramps says he'd rather put 
his head under there and let Granny 
box his ears with her thighs 
and listen to his sighs as he harvests 
fruit still ripe in the orchard.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    