'I cannot go to school today, '
Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
'I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more-that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut-my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is-what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is...Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play! '
Shel Silverstein
Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Wednesday, 15 February 2012
Friday, 10 February 2012
Wednesday, 8 February 2012
abecedarius - abc-luuletus
Alguses kõik tundus tõene,
Boheemlaslik ja veidi peene…
Circa veidi enne koitu,
Dekuurio karastas me toitu!
Ebamaine ebakaine kaunis
Familiaarne naine
Gürsa kombel pritsis mürki,
Hülssidesse sõnasülti.
Ikalduse hirm ja paine
Kirstus vurris iidseid vaime.
Lambiõli just kui veri voolas
Mööda treppe, teri.
Nihilist nüüd eitas eitust,
Ohjur mängis kapis peitust.
Paanika ei nõudnud flööte,
Radarile ilmus Goethe!
Sahmak süsi mattis susi,
Tuli siiraid karjatusi.
Undamine läbis saale,
Valgeid voblastunud vaale,
Õhetavaid, võltse maale.
Äiu-äiu karjus tapper,
Öösel, raske olla vapper…
Üldiselt läks õhtu korda!
(BB 11.10.10)
Boheemlaslik ja veidi peene…
Circa veidi enne koitu,
Dekuurio karastas me toitu!
Ebamaine ebakaine kaunis
Familiaarne naine
Gürsa kombel pritsis mürki,
Hülssidesse sõnasülti.
Ikalduse hirm ja paine
Kirstus vurris iidseid vaime.
Lambiõli just kui veri voolas
Mööda treppe, teri.
Nihilist nüüd eitas eitust,
Ohjur mängis kapis peitust.
Paanika ei nõudnud flööte,
Radarile ilmus Goethe!
Sahmak süsi mattis susi,
Tuli siiraid karjatusi.
Undamine läbis saale,
Valgeid voblastunud vaale,
Õhetavaid, võltse maale.
Äiu-äiu karjus tapper,
Öösel, raske olla vapper…
Üldiselt läks õhtu korda!
(BB 11.10.10)
Tuesday, 7 February 2012
Monday, 6 February 2012
Wednesday, 1 February 2012
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