Искала систеру стихотворений на тему "Одежда" и наткнулась на это:
Само по себе стихотворение милое, но конец просто убил!
I like to wear my mummy’s clothes
Spider lashes too
And sneak into her wardrobe
To slip on high-heeled shoes
I like to use the brightest redI like to use the brightest red
Lipstick smudged and fat
A snaking feather boa
A coat of fake fur cat
I like to head bang in a wig
Style the latest trends
Then leap before the mirror
To greet my favourite friend
Now new, improved and fabulous
Bouncing on my bed
Pretending I’m in concert
I sing and shake my head
The toys watch in astonishment
Screaming, "We want more!"
Just Action Man is scowling
So I shove him in the drawer
The big finale, here I go
Screeching out my song
I bounce towards the ceiling
And feel that I belong
I crash land from my fantasy
Thudding from great heights
When in he storms, my daddy
And growls, “You’re never right!”
He turns the music down and shouts,
“Take off your mum’s things!”
He doesn’t know when dressed up
I feel that I have wings
I cry because he’s furious
I ask why he’s annoyed
“Dressing up’s for girls,” he says
“And you’re a little boy!”
@темы:
прощай крыша,
преклонение перед талантом,
хохмачи
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02.08.2012 в 16:39Cheers
Mark C Bird