"Nine Tomorrows" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asimov Isaac)

c - Kindly

Dear Isaac, friend of mine, I thought your tale was fine. Just frightful- Ly delightful And with merits all a-shine. It meant a quite full Night, full, Friend, of tension Then relief And attended With full measure Of the pleasure Of suspended Disbelief. It is triteful, Scarcely rightful, Almost spiteful To declare That some tiny faults are there. Nothing much, Perhaps a touch, And over such You shouldn't pine. So let me say Without delay, My pal, my friend, Your story's end Has left me gay And joyfully composed.