Читать книгу Билингвы - Л. М. Гилевич - Страница 15

Don’t do it for me tricky eyes

With a very funny smile,

What did you come up, child?

What even to mom make hard time?

You stayed in a class yesterday

Until night fall you were awake and up

What kind is this of stupid game?

And your mom was looking for you?

In what manner of handling addressed in such way

Hey ancestors pay me in advance,

I go to girlfriend’s house on Sunday

There to meet funny chance.

You tell me and show us right

Maybe you want to get a married prize

With the person you keep is spending nights

You come home on the sunrise.

We are not seeing your girlfriends,

Why did you get us pantomimes?

The boy is a friend, who makes a mess

How long will it remain anonymous?

Your mom is worried it make sense

Whenever yourself you will be also mom,

The you will not disgrace

Enough for you to have a fun.

Keep yourself grasp the likely hood

And stop fooling around boob.

And so lacking mom doom

To married you are looking good.