Who is knocking at the door?
Can't you see I'm not at home?
Only yesterday you come
We shall eat for breakfast rum.
Glass is crawling on the wall,
It is wooden like a brick.
Let it crawl, let it fall!
Fly is also a chick.
Brick is crawling on the wall.
It is hairy like a tram.
Let it crawl, let it fly!
We don't need that reddish tie.
Now a camel is on the wall.
All its knees with tar it washed.
And a horse, being lovely squashed,
Eats the sun seeds on a ball.
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
The 12th of March,2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Cute - a nonssense jumble, what fun. Read mine - Shell-shock - Adeline