This Is My Present For You. Poem by Konstantin Ananin
This Is My Present For You.
- This is my present for you.
Hold it this way to use
Long or it’ll be spoilt, you see.
- But if you’ve given it to me,
It’s mine, I want to fan my face
As it’s hot now by the way.
- Stop! Don’t wave! If you held
It still and just moved your head
From side to side, you wouldn’t spoil…
- And in this heat my brains will boil.
If I spoilt my head, as I am
Held back, I would need no fan.
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