When I was a child

I lived alone

Alone in a roomy room

I ever slept on the wooden bed

Above the gloomy gloom

In the gloomy gloom

Under my bed

In the dusty dust

Hid almost silent

The shadiest shade

And deeply sighted at nights

It thinking thought

I heard it not

Yes, I pretended well

But then I felt

The lack of sleep

Resulted heavy head

I knew

No parents gave me once

Their loving handy hand

That’s why I took the

Sweetest sweet

And threw under my bed

All the deep sights

Just stopped at once

And I was so content

Until the candy was revealed

By eyes of my strict dad.

(c) Cothurnatus (Vasyl Puzanov)., 2009