Dream
Seven years ago,
At five minutes past ten
I met this terribly clever
And very fat man.
He looked at me kindly
And I saw in his eyes
That he was very charming,
That he was very nice.
He said, I was pretty,
He said, I was good,
Then we went to a restaurant
And ate marvelous food.
A nice bunch of flowers
Was given to me
And then he confessed
That he was mad after me.
But morning came quickly
And I saw the sun rise.
With disappointment
I opened my eyes.
I wish it hadn’t been a dream,
I wish he were mine,
And if he were here
It would be so fine.
© Copyright: Александра Пономарь, 2007
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