Баня

Я рассказать хочу стишок про кореша, про Ваню,
Который дом в селе имел, а в огороде баню.

Как гражданин своей страны гордился Ваня баней.
Он в бане париться любил и воду лил на камень.

Однажды вечером пошел он как всегда помыться,
Но позабыл захлопнуть дверь и на крючок закрыться.

А в это время в поздний час, вы, может быть поймете,
По огороду в баню шла его родная тетя.

Вошла с порога в полумрак подвох не увидала.
Набрала в тазик кипяток и ванну им обдала.

Раздался вой и словно дикий зверь
Иван из бани бросился за дверь.

Скончалась в тот же миг невинная девица.
Остался жив Иван, встречал его в больнице.

THE  BATH
by  Harry Graham
Broad is the Gate and wide the Path
That leads man to his daily bath;
But ere you spend the shining hour
With plunge and spray, with sluice and show'r -
With all that teaches you to dread
The bath as little as your bed -
Remember, whosoe'er you be,
To shut the door and turn the key!

I had a friend - my friend no more ! -
Who failed to bolt his bath-room door;
A maiden aunt of his, one day,
Walked in, as half-submerged he lay!
She did not notice nephew John,
And turned the boiling water on!

He had no time, nor even scope
To camouflage himself with soap,
But gave a yell and flung aside
The sponge, 'neath which he sought to hide!
It fell to earth I know not where!
He beat his breast in his depair,
And then, like Venus from the foam,
Sprang into view, and made for home!

His aunt fell fainting to the ground!
Alas! They never brought her round!
She died, intestate, in her prime,
The victim of another's crime;
And John can never quite forget
How, by a breach of etiquette,
He lost, at one fell swoop (or plunge)
His aunt, his honour and his sponge!