Not much to look at,
A "Plain Jane" of the cutlery world,
She sits alone on the Auctioneer's table.
He casts his beady eye,
Magnified to the size of a golf ball.
"I can just see it", he says, "The hallmark".
"This changes everything! "
And he treats her now with a bit more respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem