Have You Sent For Dr. Mend? - Poem by Konstantin Ananin
- Oh, my back hurts. Have you sent for Dr. Mend?
- Of course not. Why must I send?
My God! When your leg hurt last week,
And you cried, “I’ve broken it, Nick! ”,
I sent for Doctor at once, and what?
He came, examined and laughed a lot.
- But I think I broke it a bit.
- You didn’t break, Doctor said it.
- But Nick!
__________- You haven’t hurt anything.
- My back!
__________- We can use this sour cream.
The sun shines brightly and burns in July.
It has shone on you, and so much light
Of the sun has burnt your body.
- No! I lay in a shady
Place. I thought, “I can lie long today”.
- You’ve lain more than three hours. I say,
You shouldn’t. Now you have this sunburn.
As through the clouds the sun shone and burnt.
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