The ingredients of the poem which seem to be so bright because of the white are in fact the ingredients of a witches broth: In everything there is something bad, even in the goodness and shininess.
It's like a fairytale. Many green areas, play grounds and many children playing on the streets and a gold court at the end of my street. I've found a great partner from Greece to play with at the weekends.
Luckily for him, his wife stood by him and explained that he was clumsy and that would happen to him all the time. Anyway, it none of our business. We all had dinner afterwards and went to sleep. |
