Fairy tale of moral ward (Toblerone)
An old woman caught herself at her breast.
She lifted her head and said:
"God, help me. Take this out of me."
Silence, in the empty room,
strengthened her feeling
that something is burning in she.
They drove her to the hospital.
Diagnosis: Pain in the chest.
Cardiological results are negative.
They asked this time more carefully:
"Where does it hurt, ma'am? "
She grabbed her chest and said;
"It does not hurt me anywhere.
Get this out of me."
They sent her to the psychiatric ward.
There are those who know how to ask:
"What do you want to get out of you, mother? "
The woman gratefully looked at the doctor:
"Take out my Lie.
I can not live with her anymore.
Haunting me for three years."
The doctor nodded
and addressed the nurse:
"Go back to the grandmother to cardiology,
and they will send it back to us.
It'll be a fun night, is not it?
I'll write below the disease code:
~Carousel~.
Those fools from cardiology can
forget to give it back.
The nurse laughed reluctantly:
"Let's go slowly, Matora.
Take that chocolate out of your right pocket.
Moral Ward does not exist.
Only Toblerone can help you."
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Bajka o odjeljenju za moral (Toblerone)
Jedna starica se naglo
uhvatila za grudi.
Podigla je glavu i rekla:
"Bože, pomozi mi.
Izvadi ovo iz mene."
Tišina u praznoj sobi
joj je pojačala osjećaj
da je nešto gori u njoj.
Odvezli su je u bolnicu.
Dijagnoza: Jak bol u grudima.
Kardiološki nalazi negativni.
Pitali su ovaj put pažljivije:
Gdje vas boli, gospođo?
Uhvatila se za grudi i rekla;
"Ne boli me nigdje samo
izvadite ovo iz mene."
Poslali su je na psihijatriju.
Tu rade oni koji znaju da pitaju:
"Šta da Vam izvadimo, majko? "
Žena je zahvalno pogledala doktora:
"Izvadite mi MOJU LAŽ.
Ne mogu više da živim s njom.
Proganja me već tri godine."
Ljekar je klimnuo glavom
i obratio se bolničaru:
"Vratite babu na kardiologiju,
a oni će je poslati opet nama.
Biće ovo zabavno veče, zar ne.
Napisaću ispod šifre bolesti:
~Ringišpil~.
One budale sa kardiologije mogu
zaboraviti za nam je vrate.
Bolničar se nevoljno nasmijao:
"Idemo polako, matora.
Izvadi tu čokoladu što
ti viri iz desnog džepa.
Odjeljenje za moral ne postoji.
Jedino ti Toblerone može pomoći."
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