Аннотация: перевод В Марковой к стихотворению Авокадо http://www.zhurnal.lib.ru/editors/d/dolganow_a_n/awokado.shtml
"Avocado"
For crocodile avocado is a treat,
But not my diet to ever eat.
You, madam, look like to worship Brumes.
I bet a prize, you have read Harms.
Through window floats white chalky mist.
Fruit, I"m boast of, aren"t ripe to feast.
Yet not got make up? Please, have some tea.
Though I am prima, I am melancholy.