Julian Tuwim Poems

A big locomotive has pulled into town,
Heavy, humungus, with sweat rolling down,
A plump jumbo olive.
Huffing and puffing and panting and smelly,
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I roast in the sun, old wretch...
I lie, and yawn, I stretch.
Old am I, but full of pep:
When I take a slug from the cup
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When plastered billboards scream with slogans
'fight for your country, go to battle'
When media's print assults your senses,
'Support our leaders' shrieks and rattles...
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A box with paints from childhood's time:
The colors of town are earth and grime.
An old worker at a dark doorway squats,
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Grass, grass up to my knees!
Grow up to the sky
So that there won't seem to be
Any you or I
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My husband is idle, is dumb and spends money.
He either stands still at the window or runs about town like a bunny.
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