Tonight you were sleeping like a log
But you got up with someone’s knock
You opened the door but, then it closed!You were standing
Almost naked
In a very funny pose.
You were lonesome, the door was locked,
So you decided to go for a walk.
You clumsily moved in a dreary town
It was better for you to go underground.
The situation had only spoiled
When you glimpsed a golden coin
And you stumbled over a log
And fell at full length to the puddle with frog.
You stood up and looked
At some awful guys
With a leader in suit
And the fists of great size.
They looked reproachful
You wanted to run
It could be remarkable
Not to deserve a shot of a gun.
They forced to lie down,
Their deal increased….
It was a dream of a moving trouble –
That what this poem means!!!
Moving trouble
© Copyright: Арина-Сара, 2006
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