'you know, i'm so tired of french' she said <br />'i'd like to learn english instead' <br />i sighed 'oh but it can't be done' <br />but thought that it might well be fun <br /> <br />she said 'you seem to like me, don't you do' <br />i thought 'oh yes this sounds like true' <br />i said 'you're lovely girl indeed <br />but now please go, i have to read' <br /> <br />she walked halfway to classroom door <br />i couldn't stand it anymore <br />and then she turned to me and said <br />'the less you want, the more you get' <br /> <br />she said it so sure of fact <br />i didn't know how to react <br />and then she said another thing <br />'one never knows how to begin' <br /> <br />i sat dumb clutching at my book <br />so much confusion in my look <br />she tossed her massive hair back <br />and laughed 'you cannot understand' <br />i asked 'don't torture me, just let me be' <br />and she smiled 'but you love me'<br /><br />Max Kuvaev<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-my-job/
