In a January morning, <br />On a sunny April day, <br />A crocodile croaks as it is May. <br />On the pavement bricks out of board, <br />There walks the tallest little lord. <br />In a hospital is healthy. <br />Poor man is so wealthy. <br />Fed to teeth I want to eat <br />And a cheat is so sweet. <br />Come my dears! Come to me! <br />I don't want to see you. <br />Any false you say is true, <br />In the yard you lived and grew. <br /> <br />©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)<br /><br />Larisa Rzhepishevska<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-a-january-morning/
