Homeland, Honor, & Candor

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Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Юу ч хамаагvй

Бичлэг хийсэнгvй их уджээ. Завгvй байснаас ч гэх vv, бичих сэдэв байсан ч бичлэг хийх хvсэлгvй байснаас ч гэх vv, ямар ч гэсэн бvтэн 4 сарын хугацаанд энд юу ч бичсэнгvй. Oнeeдeр ямар ч хамаагvй нэг бичлэг нэмчихье. Удахгvй eeр бичлэгvvд нэмнээ.

At an airport one night
Several hours till her flight
She hunted for a book
In an airport shop,
Bought a bag of cookies
And found a place to drop.
Engrossed in her book
Yet, she happened to see,
The man sitting beside her,
As bold as could be,
Grabbed a cookie or two
From the bag in between,
Which she tried to ignore
To avoid a scene.
So she munched the cookies
And watched the clock,
As the gutsy cookie thief
Diminished her stock.
She was getting more irritated
As the minutes ticked by,
Thinking, If I wasn’t so nice,
I would blacken his eye.
With each cookie she took,
He took one too,
When only one was left,
She wondered what he would do.
With a smile on his face,
And a nervous laugh,
He took the last cookie
And broke it in half.
He offered her half,
As he ate the other,
She snatched it from him
And thought....ooh, brother!
This guy had some nerve
And he’s also rude,
Why he didn’t even show
Any gratitude!
She had never known
When she been so galled,
And sighed with relief
When her flight was called.
She gathered her belongings
And headed to the gate,
Refusing to look back
At the thieving ingrate.
She boarded the plane,
And sank in her seat,
Then she sought her book,
Which was almost complete.
As she reached in her baggage,
She gasped with surprise,
There was her bag of cookies,
In front of her eyes.
If mine are here,
She moaned in despair,
The others were his,
And he tried to share.
Too late to apologize,
She realized with grief,
That she was the rude one,
The ingrate, the thief!