Kitchen shelf, 
Vegetables; 
Self, shelf! 
Bright and attractive, 
Nice and lovely; 
But, it is well with your soul.
Chef, shelf! 
Bright and attractive, 
Right and lovely; 
But, it is well with my soul.
To tantalize it! 
With tea, rum and sugar; 
Point it and take it in.
Pulp fiction! 
Love knows no end and, 
Love knows no border; 
Bread and potatoes, 
You only live on these.
Of the graph! 
Horizontal and vertical; 
But, never drive your car through the waters.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    