tjipa poetry
he-he

šodien, mājās rakņājoties papīros, atradu pašas sacerēto poēmu par sevi. Atceros, reiz, kad mācījos angļu filologos, kā mājasdarbu mums uzdeva uzrakstīt poēmu par sevi. Lūk, kas man toreiz sanāca:)))

The Poem about Her

Poem`s written
Kneet and nice
Somewhere truth and somewhere lies.

Here`re some words that people say
When they meet Her everyday:

Some say She has cruel heart
Making someone suffer hard.
Not accepting someone`s love
She`s considered frivolous.

Someone loves Her hiding feelings
Writing Her name on the ceilings,
And sometimes when moon is shining
Whispers it into the silence;
While the roses fill his night dreams
She is laughing, eating ice-cream.

On the contrast other give
Other truth to be believed.
She is nice and very friendly,
She has soft voice and speaks gently,
Library - Her second home;
She lives under knowledge dome.

On the other hand, for instance
She has devil in assistance;
Some think She is too much cunning,
Making cross when see Her coming.

But the true thing`s hidden deep,
It`s the secret She will keep.
Now it`s your turn
Try to guess
Where was more truth, where was less.

he-he, jauki, ne?