О мужчинах и женщинах.

Сегодня без песен. Просто ПОЭМА. Даже две, обе на английском. Проблема несовпадения желаний - явление интернациональное. И вот - простыми английскими словами английские женщины и мужчины говорят о том, о чём мечтается...

A Womans' Poem.

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not creep,
One who's handsom, smart and strong,
One who loves to listern long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.

Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.


A Man's Poem.

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with big tits
who owns a bar on a golf-cours,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't care.