z Londynu
Przepraszam, ze wierszyki po angielsku a nie po polsku ale zyjac w Londynie tym wlasnie jezykiem sie glownie posluguje:
Miss Match and her Niece on a world tour
There is a catch to mighty Miss Match
While on a world tour went she
Seeking some peace and taking her niece
First went off to café ‘Caprice’
Coffee had she and coffee had she
Which they enjoyed with ponderous glee
To ponder they liked over ice-cream
Weaving a web of subconscious stream
What happened next? Just wait and see
The author first needs to go for a pee.
Coffee for lunch and coffee for tea
Each day they had with usual glee.
Miss Mighty Struck by Bowel Invasion
Miss Mighty hoped to go on a world tour
But her insides are feeling too poor
To contemplate such a great task
With any man wearing a mask.
In fact, Miss Mighty would be quite happy
Never to go on a world tour
And stay in London helping the poor
With a few trips to Poland clapping
For her commitment to where she was born
Making connections instead being torn
By disagreements caused by her crutch
And be with her man were his wish such.
There is a catch to Mighty Miss Match
Who’s never gone on a world tour
But still frequents ‘Café Caprice’
Wearing her Queen’s blue coloured fleece.