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英文诗
A Sesame Cake
Dr.Zhong(John)Ming Chen
With my last three dolilars
from the Social Services.
I went to a Cafe at the street corner
and ordered a sesame cake.
I finished it within half an hour.
There were some sesame, though,
on the plate, they were scattered
black, ready-made.
So I wetted my index finger
and wrote verse after verse
to pick up one by one the larger
sesame from the plate.
The weitress came and wondered
what I was doing there
"Just writing my own poetry."
That's what I had to say.
That evering, my room bare
was broken into by a stranger
I quickly hid myself in a trunk.
He searched everywhere at slow pace
and finally reached my quarters.
Lifting the trunk, the burgar shuddered:
"Gosh! What are you doing here?
Why are you covering your face?"
"Just writing poetry. Ashamed you have nothing to take.
Do you want some poetry? Plenty here."
He said, No thanks. Dear. Dear.
That's your own cake.
That night I slept, writing poetry
for long hours I muttered:
My bed I made.
My cake I ate.
