THE HOSTAGE
Tekst napisany na zajęciach z Wariatką. Nie jest to moja najlepsza praca, ale dawno niczego nie dodawałem :P.
Mr. REY & DR. BANSE
It all happened centuries ago.
It was a time of 'Greetings!' and bow. Two gentlemen decided to fight; Mr. Rey stole Dr. Banse's kite. Why? Well, knowing that is not in my might. The thing is, you see, how to do that. 'I want a gun duel, to shoot this prat!' said in ill manner doctor angrily. Insult for insult; 'So, I can shoot off your willy?' 'You bastard! How dare you!' Rey started laughing - for him Banse's madness was nothing new. It was enough for our subject. 'Show me some respect!' 'No respect for you, you silly nincompoop!' Doctor punched the table. Table went flying. 'Fetch my sword and call my troops!' He was not lying. He want to crush that dude who was being so crude. Arrows went flying above Rey's castle. It seemed like Rey had to hustle. However, oh no! oh no! Please no! One arrow is burning and flying so low. Wood is turning into firewood now. Everything on fire! 'It is your end, sire!' 'No, moron! Obviously it is not!' Rey has decided to undo the kite's knot. He was in air, with kite in his hand. 'Banse, you loser! Everything is as planned! I am higher than your fire! It shall not reach me now!' It is all that we know. The story is ending, happy or not. However, I hope that you enjoyed its plot! |
Ten dziecinny wierszyk jest żartem napisanym podczas zajęć z j. Angielskiego. Jest naprawdę głupiutki i bezsensowny, ale o to tu chodziło!