Once, in July, one nanny-lady,
who was so lean and tall,
with features of last charming fading,
in orphanage enrolled.
She took the children for a stroll
all seven, nine, or ten,
some playing dance, some playing crawl,
some fly, like Peter Pen.
And as steam-driven new machine
that lady worked and worked:
she grabbed the flying child, stopped queen
of dancing Freddy's rock,
and put the crawling in the air
with all his belly full,
and figured that it was nightmare
that children made a rule.
She was emotionally scared
when finishing the stroll
at children hers intently stared
and finding them not all.
With dropping head, and courage gone,
and with excessive sweat
the nanny-lady came back home,
where all lost children met.
There's a tip for any goal
with orphanage in mind:
enlist more men to play a role
of children's fathers right.
27.06.2016 г.
The stroll
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