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Përgjigje e: Poezi humoristike.....
"A Tiny Twitt'ring Bird" -- Bill Wordsworth
While sitting 'neath an oak one morn
In thought on this and that,
A tiny, twitt'ring little bird
A load dropped in my hat.
"Oh tiny bird, O Nature's gift
Of music and of wit!
Why didst thou feel that my best hat
Was thy best place to shit?"
"Thy music gladdens my poor soul,
And brings joy to my heart.
But tell me, little bird divine,
Why didst thou not just fart?"
The tiny bird a few notes sang,
Then answer'd "Pardon me,
For thy hat I thought was my nest,
A-fallen from the tree."
I rose and stood in solemn awe
His words to better mull,
Then lifted up a paving block
And crushed his fucking skull.
* * *
Rrija nje dite nen hije te rrapit
mendoja per gjera lloj lloj
nje zog i vogel tek ciceronte
Mbi kapele nje glase me leshoi.
"O zog i vockel, o dhurate e natyres
Muzike e nderthurur me trimeri,
Pse mendon se kapelja ime me e mire,
eshte per ty e pershtatshme me dhi?"
"Zeri yt ma kenaq kete shpirt
dhe zemren nga gezimi ma cmend.
Por me thuaj, o zog i vogel qiellor,
Pse nuk bere vetem nje fende?"
Zogu i vogel kendoi edhe ca,
dhe tha: "Me fal per kete te madhe gjeme,
por kapelja jote me ngjau si foleja,
qe kish rene lart nga kjo peme."
U ngrita ne kembe, solemn dhe i mrekulluar,
fjalet qe me tha t'i pertypja sa me mire.
dhe mora nje pllake nga trotuari
dhe ja shtypa koken, zog by**ire.
"A Tiny Twitt'ring Bird" -- Bill Wordsworth
While sitting 'neath an oak one morn
In thought on this and that,
A tiny, twitt'ring little bird
A load dropped in my hat.
"Oh tiny bird, O Nature's gift
Of music and of wit!
Why didst thou feel that my best hat
Was thy best place to shit?"
"Thy music gladdens my poor soul,
And brings joy to my heart.
But tell me, little bird divine,
Why didst thou not just fart?"
The tiny bird a few notes sang,
Then answer'd "Pardon me,
For thy hat I thought was my nest,
A-fallen from the tree."
I rose and stood in solemn awe
His words to better mull,
Then lifted up a paving block
And crushed his fucking skull.
* * *
Rrija nje dite nen hije te rrapit
mendoja per gjera lloj lloj
nje zog i vogel tek ciceronte
Mbi kapele nje glase me leshoi.
"O zog i vockel, o dhurate e natyres
Muzike e nderthurur me trimeri,
Pse mendon se kapelja ime me e mire,
eshte per ty e pershtatshme me dhi?"
"Zeri yt ma kenaq kete shpirt
dhe zemren nga gezimi ma cmend.
Por me thuaj, o zog i vogel qiellor,
Pse nuk bere vetem nje fende?"
Zogu i vogel kendoi edhe ca,
dhe tha: "Me fal per kete te madhe gjeme,
por kapelja jote me ngjau si foleja,
qe kish rene lart nga kjo peme."
U ngrita ne kembe, solemn dhe i mrekulluar,
fjalet qe me tha t'i pertypja sa me mire.
dhe mora nje pllake nga trotuari
dhe ja shtypa koken, zog by**ire.
