BrainKing - Klobe na mloveni (Poetry)

Ovaděč: TJ

Poetry

An outlet for players whose creativity extends beyond the board. Post your original works here!

The posting of song lyrics is not the purpose of this board and as such please refrain from doing so. Exceptions can be made to this rule if you are the copyrighted owner of the lyrics and the lyrics are not found offensive by the majority of the population.
This board is a place to post your original works of poetry and prose and also a place for discussion of poetry and related areas.

We have received word from Fencer that other's poetry can be posted to this board. These are the two conditions:
1) When someone posts a known copyrighted poem, he must add the author's name as well
2) If the author is not known, the poem can be posted without problems

Véčet klobu na mloveni

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30. března 2005, 00:59:40

Dolittle

okázat plke toďteho oževatela | odkazové plk

He didn't like the casserole,

And he didn't like my cake.

My biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right,

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer,

I was looking for a clue;

Then I turned around and smacked him...

Like his Mother used to do.