Стихотворение для Slava Irkhin Вот начало довольно странного стихотворения поэта Michael Rosen. Преимущество этого стихотворения состоит в том, что речь простая. Если хотите, покажу вторую часть завтра. (Как сказать 'upload' по-русски?) CHOCOLATE CAKE I love chocolate cake. And when I was a boy I loved ity even more. Sometimes we used to have it for tea and Mum used to say. 'If there's any left over you can take it to school tomorrow to have at playtime.' And the next day I would take it to school wrapped up in tin foil open it at playtime and sit in the corner of the playground eating it, you know how the icing on top is all shiny and cracks as you bite into it, and there's another kind of icing in the middle and it sticks to your hands and you can lick your fingers and lick your lips oh it's lovely yeah.