Miss Christina
by Viacheslav Yatsko
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Feeling lassitude, fatigue, That was almost complete, Miss Christina Berrymoon Came home from her school, On the couch lay to see A capricious fantasy: At a party, amid glare She would meet a billionaire He would stick to her, adhere And at first she’d be severe, Then she’d yield to the swell So as to marry well. Dressed in jewelry, with a sneer At her school she would appear All the colleagues would depress Burst with envy, give a gasp. The Headmaster’d promptly kneel Begging pardon for his ill-will; And somewhere, not far from him Children’s laughter would gaily ring. |
“Ding, ding, ding ding, ding, ding,” The girl heard the phone ring. Christy picked up the receiver The Headmaster’s voice to hear: “Do you know, Miss Berrymoon, That tomorrow at our school The staff meeting will discuss Students’ progress in your class. The results of recent tests Were in no sense the best.” Christy put down the receiver, Stared blankly in the mirror, Down dropped a bitter tear. Christy, Christy, by all means You will meet your noble prince! And your happiness we’ll see Take it easy, c’est la vie! |
Copyright © 2005 by Viacheslav Iatsko
