Стихотворения

Regarding the bees and the flowers,
In the fields and the gardens and bowers,
You will note at a glance,
That their ways of romance,
Haven’t any resemblance to ours.

I’d rather have Fingers than Toes,
I’d rather have Ears than a Nose.
And as for my Hair,
I’m glad it’s all there,
I’ll be awfully sad, when it goes.

Last night I dreamed of chickens, 
There were chickens everywhere,
They were standing on my stomach,
They were nesting in my hair,
They were pecking at my pillow,
They were hopping on my head,
They were ruffling up their feathers,
As they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
They were on the chandeliers,
They were roosting in the corners,
They were clucking in my ears,
There were chickens, chickens, chickens
For as far as I could see…
When I woke today I noticed
There were eggs on top of me.

by Jack Prelutsky

The Sound Collector

A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried it away

The whistling of the kettle
The turning of the lock
The purring of the kitten
The ticking of the clock

The popping of the toaster
The crunching of the flakes
When you spread the marmalade
The scraping noise it makes

The hissing of the frying pan
The ticking of the grill
The bubbling of the bath tub
As it starts to fill

The drumming of the raindrops
On the window pane
When you do the washing up
The gurgle of the drain

The crying of the baby
The squeaking of the chair
The swishing of the curtain
The creaking of the chair

A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same

by Roger McGough

From a Railway Carriage

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle,
All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Flying as thick as the driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye,
Painted stations whistle by…

by RL Stevenson