-Некит, не молчи, я тебя умоляю. Короче, слушай, чувак, скажешь потом, как я прочитал, норм, окей?
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile, He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile; He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together in a little crooked house. And then he had a crooked thought. Why is my crookedness my lot, Why must I be crooked instead of not? And the crooked man would cry And he couldn't fathom why... He was sad all the time And so he cried And he climbed up his crooked stairs Of his crooked little home He tied up a crooked noose And ended his crooked life
Рифмы нет в конце, да, не спрашивай почему. Эй. :D