gained me feel like a small powrocik to childhood, and especially the books of the series Read my Mom issued by the publisher Our Bookstore . Remember? Thin, square and typical drawings on the back cover. I inherited after his sister the whole pile of these books and I think that if I poszperała at home, it's probably znalazłabym few of them. Coming back to the point - reminded me of a book with the poem of John Brzechwy the stall. I suspect that the boys are cooking soups worked as the pulse of my heart. And that flaw ...
the stall
Jan Brzechwa
stall on market day
Such talk is heard:
"Maybe you will build for me, so you
fades, Mr. dill. "
"What a surprise, my chives,
I'm lying here since Tuesday!"
He said it kohlrabi:
"Look at the turnip - it is sturdy!"
peas turnip tummy pats:
"How are you, rzepo? More and better?"
"Thanks, thanks, ladies pea
Somehow you live a little.
But parsley - this is worse:
Pale, skinny, could not sleep."
"This flaw" -
sighed celery.
Burak shun onion, onion
A feel to it:
"My plot, my red,
Czybyś not want such a wife?"
Burak only nose plugs:
"Let no sooner Mrs. Flee, I want
wife have beet
Because when you all cry. "
" This flaw "-
sighed celery.
Suddenly you hear the voice of beans:
" Where are you gramoli here? "
" Do not be so great for me "-
corresponds to the Brussels sprouts.
"You saw what krewka" -
Zaperzyła a carrot.
"Let us judge the cabbage!"
"What cabbage? Empty head! "
A Cabbage says sadly:
" My dear, what arguments,
After what your stupid quarrels, and so
Soon, we will perish in the soup! "
" This flaw "-
sighed celery.
I loved poems of John Brzechwa when I was little and still have a soft spot for them. So I was happy when in my home town on a major pedestrian street poet got his Seat on the bench Poets. I admit that once he sat down on his knees, but not for long, because I could not stand the jealous glances Dziwaczki Ducks.
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