Rita El Khoury

Rookie (02/10/1985 / Beirut)

Rita El Khoury Poems

1. Supposed To 3/1/2005
2. J'Accuse Les Libanais 3/1/2005
3. L'Adieu 3/1/2005
4. Histoire De L'Humanité 3/1/2005
5. Intimes Confidences 3/1/2005
6. Le Cercle Vicieux 3/1/2005
7. Histoire D'Un Oiseau 3/1/2005
8. Mystical Fight - 2 - The Battle 3/1/2005
9. Mystical Fight - 3 - The Abdication 3/1/2005
10. T'Aimer 3/1/2005
11. Mystical Fight - 1 - The Valley 3/1/2005
12. Heureuse 3/1/2005
13. Unsolved Query 3/1/2005
14. La Survie 3/1/2005
15. La Fuite 3/1/2005
16. My Fifth Element 3/1/2005
17. Letter From The Depth 9/19/2006
18. A Poem A Day - Funny Botanics Course 9/19/2006
19. La Malmenée 4/24/2005
20. A Poem A Day - My Gym Coach 9/19/2006
21. That's How Dies A Heart That Aches 9/28/2007
22. In Your Eyes 10/2/2007
23. A Poem A Day - Shoe Lace And Thyme Bag 9/19/2006
24. A Poem A Day - Long Way 9/19/2006
25. Teach Me 3/1/2005
26. A Poem A Day - Sweet Sunday 9/19/2006
27. A Poem A Day - Rap Duel In A Movie Theater 9/19/2006
28. Hope's Funeral 9/28/2007
29. Shakespeare's Lost Letter 3/1/2005
30. Forbidden Love 3/1/2005
31. A Poem A Day - Studying Pharmacy 9/19/2006
32. Au Seuil De La Démence 9/19/2006
33. A Dream To Revive, A Pain To Kill 3/1/2005
34. My Sister, My Friend 3/5/2005
35. A Poem A Day - Shopping With A Friend 9/19/2006
36. Funny - Fat Cat 3/7/2005
Best Poem of Rita El Khoury

Funny - Fat Cat

Once, there was a white cat
Who was really, really fat
So fat
She looked like a bat
Who has eaten a huge rat.

The cat was walking in the street
Following a beat, with her feet
Tic, tac, tic, tac
Tictactictactictac
Looking for anything to eat
Milk, fish, tuna, meat...

But what a pity
The street was empty
So empty
Not even a birdie
To make her get nasty.

The cat kept walking in the street
Following a beat, with her feet
Tic, tac, tic, tac
Tic, tac, tic, tac
Looking for somewhere to sleep
Bed'n'sheets? Get real! Just a ...

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La Malmenée

INTRO
Et je t'attends et j'attends
Le bruit de tes clés dans la serrure
Et j'attends le temps
D'une autre danse, une autre mesure
Et je t'attends et j'attends
Le bruit de tes pas dans le couloir
Et je t'entends tout le temps
Me raconter la même histoire

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