She Rang Non-Stop... Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

she rang today,
with teeth,
and she said to him:
cold for me, cold tremendously,
and though I love you
unconsciously,
never mind won't help.
never mind it won't help,

because, the cold is outside,
and your blanket already full of holes.
pieces of grass are getting.
it is also cold.
believe me nice,
I cannot tear it out,
because, I don't have power.
don't help and beer

even canned,
neither bottle of champagne.
I here at the edge, of the forest,
for you can freeze up
to the morning.
please yourself let it be,
it blanket full of holes.
overcome and stay here

for the entire night...
and she got up and she went
the truth to tell, she escaped,
and from chills barely,
to the bed she clouded.
she had cold hands,
she got a feve.
and to her, came Doctor

and...
he now, is ill...
and she for him is reading
in small bed - love story,
and it is good.
girl well the heart,
the Doctor
are open-handed...