I’d like to tell You a story
About my dreaming mind,
Only hope – no vine
You’re drinking every morning,
‘Cause it’s rather bad,
If You are so mad…
It’s happened all off a sudden,
When I was young
And very strong:
I had to go through a garden
And met a Man
With “Wild” surname!
He said me very quickly,
That he was playwright
And too famous wide,
Said that had to tell me really,
That the Dorian Gray
Is alive again!
The dense mist sank the City,
And I became afraid,
My eyes start seeing bad,
My ears couldn’t listening…
- “What Gray” – I only said,
Running towards my friend!
Achieving me like a Spirit,
His speech continued Man:
- Don’t frighten – understand? -
I’m – Oscar Wild, don’t see You,
And, please, sir, all I want –
Just to know where’s the port?
- What port, sir Wild, You’re looking -
About the London Pool,
You’d better don’t be a Fool;
Good night, was glad to see You,
But I have to go
To my loving Mom!..
He was so disappointed
By my cowardice
(It wasn’t “nice”)?
That went away his “Boyfriend”
Looking through the night
From his very start!..