Про драмсы в общем я постила, но оказалось, что набрала только часть. Вот остальное. Поэма сатирическая, как объяснил сынок: драмсы людям вовсе не нравятся.
Drum Practice
The walls are pulsating
The floor is vibrating
I feel so awake and on fire!
Every thump, every boom
Coming out of my room
Has that wonderful power of inspire.
I love all the smashing,
The pounding, the crashing.
The air is my bedroom is ringing.
All the houses are
All alive with my sound,
Every dog in the neighborhood's singing!
From my window you can see
People waving at me,
Their heads are all nodding and shaking.
Every fist that they raise
Is in obvious praise
Of the marvelous music I'm making!
Now they formed into groups
Into synchronized troops,
So that they must really love what I'm playing.
They're stomping their feet
Right in time to the beat -
I just wish I could hear what they're saying.
Drum Practice
The walls are pulsating
The floor is vibrating
I feel so awake and on fire!
Every thump, every boom
Coming out of my room
Has that wonderful power of inspire.
I love all the smashing,
The pounding, the crashing.
The air is my bedroom is ringing.
All the houses are
All alive with my sound,
Every dog in the neighborhood's singing!
From my window you can see
People waving at me,
Their heads are all nodding and shaking.
Every fist that they raise
Is in obvious praise
Of the marvelous music I'm making!
Now they formed into groups
Into synchronized troops,
So that they must really love what I'm playing.
They're stomping their feet
Right in time to the beat -
I just wish I could hear what they're saying.
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