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Seems like Miss Piggy, our Buddhist nun

decided that being fat is no longer fun.

She wants to be like a French mademoiselle instead,

but that’s something she’ll never get.

As you can probably infer,

I’ll once more poke fun at her.

Piggy dreams of being a Fashion TV star,

but what has she done so far?

That’s just an impossible task;

the reasons why I’ll soon unmask.

She said she’d start a diet that’s very strict,

but what happened is very easy to predict.

All that was just a fraud;

I saw her eating a sandwich; she was caught.

Sorry, but I could no longer keep quiet –

pizza and chips  is not what I call a diet.

I can imagine her waking up at midnight for a snack and beer;

that’s not what a French lady would do, dear.

Now you see that what she told you was a myth

that I could no longer put up with.

All her “serious intentions”

turned out to be nothing but pretensions.

What else can I say but “Sorry!”

You were not made for a French model’s glory.

I don’t like the fashion of the sect

you have to wear a hat and a stupid bag

I don’t like all these limits and borders

which the sect puts by discussing rare neurological disorders

And I just can’t stand the leader of the sect

and her curly,always grumbling pet

I am sure they have an affair

but I love her more than him-it’s not fair

he’s ugly and so lazy

he just makes me crazy

Whatever he says is considered fun

and of my jokes they like none

I would give to Her my all

and he behaves like an ass hole

Tell me why she doesn’t like me at all

and to him she renders her soul

I am sick and tired of their love game

when will I  experience the same??

Oh,there’s more..Oh my God

I just heard they’re making their own blog

I would say to the turtle and her frog:

“Goodbye!”

I am going to commit a suicide.

Have I mentioned her housewife skills?

They just give me the thrills.

She says her dream is to become a cleaning maid,

even if she doesn’t get paid.

But how can you believe that

if you have a look at her flat?

You may be really brave,

but you’d prefer to live in some dark cave.

What else would you think

when you see dishes full of mold in the sink?

Everything is covered with dust,

soon going to turn into a layer of crust.

Cockroaches creep all around,

you can barely see the ground.

Not to mention her toilet’s condition,

it’s in some state of decomposition.

Perhaps I’m beginning to deplore,

but this is something I cannot ignore.

Of course, her son is in the worst position;

whatever he does, he gets no recognition,

neither any proper nutrition.

She’s so tediously officious

that the treatment he gets is simply malicious.

That’s why she’ll never marry any man;

who would want to live in such a den?

Even when she cleans for a week or so,

it looks as if it was an year ago.

The whole place will soon collapse,

but she wouldn’t even notice, perhaps.

От последния постинг на Илла попаднах на една статия на Владимир Трендафилов във вестник Култура. Засега съм прочела половината, понеже е много дълга и става въпрос за много неща. Ще ми се да бяха няколко отделни статии, ама знам ли каква е политиката на вестника

Оставям си тука линкче към нея - ей така - в чест на Владимир Трендафилов.

Имах удоволствието преди мнооого години като студентка да поработя 2 дни с него над малко английска поезия. Радвам се, че случайността ме накара единия ден да отида до университета (понеже рядко ходех), а на следващия ден отидох съвсем съзнателно, отлагайки някои работни ангажименти.

Направих го защото Владимир Трендафилов ужасно ми хареса. Напомняше ми на Оскар Уайлд с дълга коса и гуменки. Жалко, че не можах да открия такава негова снимка. Жалко, жалко, че вече не преподава, както разбирам от тази статия. Надявам се, че това, с което се занимава сега му харесва много, и предполагам, че хората, с които работи го харесват.

Благодаря за чудесните два дни в началото на 90те в Шумен! They made a difference.

You might think she’s great,

but just wait

until Kermit, the frog

reveals the truth about her blog.

She’s simply obsessed, I’d say,

otherwise she wouldn’t spend there the whole day.

While she’s blogging just look at the maniacal look in her eyes,

and you’ll see that my words are no lies.

She gets paid for doing nothing at all,

because she now lives in the blogroll.

For her blog she’d ignore anything that needs to be done,

imagine what it’s like to be her son.

Now, her writing is what I’d like to discuss,

even though it doesn’t deserve such a fuss.

It would be better if she wasn’t so preachy,

we all know that life is not peachy.

But she thinks she should repeat it just in case,

and watch the frown on your face.

Sometimes she might be optimistic,

but don’t believe she’s so altruistic.

“I do it for the people”, she’d claim

but, in fact, all she wants is fame.

She thinks blogging is a universal solution,

perhaps, even to the global pollution.

“You’ve got a headache?

Blog is what you should make.”

I wouldn’t be surprised if she says that blogging

is healthier even than jogging.

She claims to be so pragmatic,

but that’s how she excuses her being phlegmatic.

Her readers may be many,

but about the things she writes they don’t give a penny.

Truth is they go there only to scoff,

secretly hoping to make her computer turn off.

But, of course, they’re not to blame,

nobody wants to torture his brain

Because when you read her stuff that’s all you do,

you’re a hero if you manage to go through.

So you’d better never approach,

she’s more stubborn than a cockroach.

She thinks she makes a great impact during her class,

but all she does is like a storm in a glass.

She’s not even funny,

then why do we waste our money?

She may be teased because he likes to interrupt,

but without him she’d go bankrupt.

Yes, that’s what she would never admit,

her business stands on the shoulders of Kermit.

There are so many examples of how boring she is,

that I can come up with an endless list.

All the time Chombe read a book,

and Chonkov didn’t even want to look.

She thinks I feel fear and respect,

but the truth she can’t even suspect.

Reading about women’s rights makes me sick,

I prefer watching a chick flick.

It’s good that I have mastered mime articulating,

because her explanation of words is simply frustrating.

Even after several hours of fighting,

she wouldn’t let Ben and I teach her some creative writing.

Otherwise during discussions she’s simply saucy,

I’m tired of her being bossy.

She just chose the wrong profession,

somebody needs to teach her a lesson.

I don’t know for how long I should go on with my derision,

to make her make the right decision.

That is, to admit her time has passed,

so I can accede to the throne at last.

на това видео можеш да видиш Барда

А тук да прочетеш стиховете, които написа за мен:

It’s not that easy being Lyd
You can always ask Kermit.
All day writing in that blog
Repeating to the crowd like a frog.
She would never listen to advice,
Even at the best price.
She always thinks she’s in the right position,
So don’t ever try to make a proposition.
It would evolve into a fight
In the end, of course, she would be right.
As I said, don’t give her any advice,
She’ll try to show you she is wise.
Lyd wouldn’t agree on a negotiation,
After all she has constipation.
She would even preach to Dalai Lama,
Cause she behaves like mamma.
She claims she’s a Buddhist nun,
But without her blue cheese she’s done.
She’s not easy to appease:
“Only expensive tomatoes for me, please.
I don’t care about Dalai Lama’s indigestion.
I’m a dame beyond question.”
As you have already guessed,
She is like a princess in a comfortable nest.

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