"Dahl, Roald - Revolting Rhymes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dahl Roald)

Now just imagine how youТd feel
If you had cooked a lovely meal,
Delicious porridge, steaming hot,
Fresh coffee in the coffee-pot,
With maybe toast and marmalade,
The table beautifully laid,
One place for you and one for dad,
Another for your little lad.
Then dad cries, СGolly-gosh! Gee-whizz!
СOh cripes! How hot this porridge is!
СLetТs take a walk along the street
СUntil itТs cool enough to eat.Т
He adds, СAn early morning stroll
СIs good for people on the whole.
СIt makes your appetite improve
СIt also helps your bowels to move.Т
No proper wife would dare to question
Such a sensible suggestion,
Above all not at breakfast-time
When men are seldom at their prime.
No sooner are you down the road
Than Goldilocks, that little toad
That nosey thieving little louse,
Comes sneaking in your empty house.
She looks around. She quickly notes
Three bowls brimful of porridge oats.
And while still standing on her feet,
She grabs a spoon and starts to eat.
I say again, how would you feel
If you had made this lovely meal
And some delinquent little tot
Broke in and gobbled up the lot?
But wait! ThatТs not the worst of it!
Now comes the most distressing bit.
You are of course a houseproud wife,
And all your happy married life
You have collected lovely things
Like gilded cherubs wearing wings,
And furniture by Chippendale
Bought at some famous auction sale.
But your most special valued treasure,
The piece that gives you endless pleasure,
Is one small childrenТs dining-chair,
Elizabethan, very rare.
It is in fact your joy and pride,
Passed down to you on grandmaТs side.
But Goldilocks, like many freaks,
Does not appreciate antiques.
She doesnТt care, she doesnТt mind,
And now she plonks her fat behind