- Hey, you! Bird! Sing! <br />- Impossible, I mean <br />You should first pay. <br />- Aha! OK! <br />10 pence? <br />__________- Oh! <br />I don’t know. <br />- Have I paid too little? <br />- Hem! <br />_______- Well. Can’t a bit <br />More money improve <br />Its mournful mood? <br />10 pence. <br />__________- This sum is <br />Not enough for his <br />Mixture. <br />_________- What? <br />________________- Or he’ll <br />Loose his voice. <br />______________- I will <br />Pay 35. <br />________- Please, pay <br />A pound. <br />_________- Noway! <br />Once I paid 90 <br />Pence for a CD <br />With my favourite <br />Songs, and you say it… <br />- Yesterday, when he had <br />Sung some songs, you said <br />That my bird sang best <br />Of all. If he rests, <br />He’ll be all right. And <br />Pay. <br />______- My CD… <br />________________- Then <br />Take your player, switch on <br />And use your headphones.<br /><br />Konstantin Ananin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bird-sing/
