21-01-04

Engels gedichtje

Alleen voor hen die perfect Engels spreken:

 Johnny once saw hanging prumes

 Oh . as chicken eggs so groot

 It seemed that Johnny would go plucking

While his father 'thim forboad.

But as I will be very clever

 Then my father sees it not

  On this tree so full of prumkes

He will not have it in the mot.

So he clautered in the prumetree

Stack his pocket full of fruit

 But he mistrapped on a tackske

And fell own, flack on his snoot.

All the prumes were spice now

 And the spice ran out his brook

 It dripped softly in his couses

 Johnny did not darf to look.

And again he was not lucky

Cause his father came there oan

And he gave him such a ramling

 He could fourteen days not goan. 

 That is how end the silly story

 Of little Johnny, the proimenthief

 Even with a lot of goesting

 He did it nevermore upnief.



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