Sometimes I seem to muddle through* somehow
but English "muddle" cannot outline
a Russian sin split in two parts, a dao
divided into yin and yang, a whine
of lonely hummer in the lack of sickle,
a German bread without pumpernickel,
"Timon of Athens" in a glossy mag,
enamoured Jupiter away from Io,
the old good Middle West without Ohio,
a suddenly inflated airbag.
The Russian language differs. I stay steadfast
to split my sins - an alcohol abuse,
a sloth, a pride as well as bed and breakfast
in half with you, my English-Russian muse.
* (rus.) to do smth with a sin in half.
Tim,Tom,Tony,Timon
Trekked to Terry Town
Tried tying their torn tents
Tripped to the tall tree ....
Fighting for french fries
Four frantic friends followed..
Flew flags, found fun fishing
Finally, fell flat for foul fish !
He didn’t care for Wilde,
And Chaucer was ‘alright,’
But quoted from The Bard
At morning, noon and night.
He loved the characters,
The funny and bizarre -
And fat old Falstaff was
His favourite by far.
He liked Malvolio,
And never tired of Hal,
He felt for Timon too -
And would have been his pal.
He lived for Will Shakespeare -
His name could make him smile.
I guess he’s not alone -
His words make life worthwhile!
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