Читать Funny Rhymes - Nataliya Bogoluibova

An elephant woke at the break of the day,

And declared with a trumpet, "I need a new way!

Something fun to explore, to lift up my mood,

I want to be a ballerina!" she exclaimed, feeling good.

"Dancing on toes, oh it sounds so dear,

With pirouettes and pliés, I’ll twirl without fear!"

But the animals chuckled, their giggles did flow,

"An elephant dancing? Oh, where could that go?"

She purchased a tutu, all pink and so bright,

But the others just chuckled, "She'll never get it right!"

With each clumsy step, they could hardly refrain,

Yet she waltzed through the laughter and danced in the rain.

With each stomping step, the ground gave a thrum,

The other animals gathered, enchanted and numb,

They clapped their own paws and hooves in delight,

As she danced under shadows that softened the light.

"Too clumsy," they whispered, "It's just not her chance,"

Yet she danced through the doubts with a bold, lively prance.

Her trunk held high and her spirit so free,

She shattered the notions of what could not be.

At first, she was wobbly, tripping here, tripping there,

But with every performance, she lightened the air.

She lost a few pounds, she danced with such grace,

Her moves so enchanting, they brightened the space.

The music began, and the lights softly glowed,

With delicate grace, her confidence flowed.

She glided like whispers, like shadows on air,

With poise and with elegance, a beauty so rare.

The audience gasped as they witnessed her art,

An elephant shining, a beat of the heart.

No longer a creature of size and of might,

But a dancer, a dreamer, igniting the night.

In a nook of a house, a mouse had a dream,

To be a grand beauty, or so it would seem.

She longed for the glamour, the sparkle, the grace,

But all she possessed was a simple gray face.

With a sigh and a wish, she looked in the glass,

"I long for a makeover, oh how time will pass!

A touch of the brush, some sparkle and sheen,

To feel like the princess I know I could be seen."

To the beauty salons, she scampered each night,

Spent her last penny on blush that was bright.

With each coat of lipstick and shimmer of gold,

She grew weary and tired, her spirit grew cold.

The mouse dreamed of ribbons and colors so grand,

Of soft silken curtains and a soft, gentle hand.