Необходимо СТИХОТВОРЕНИЯ В 4 ЧЕТВЕРОСТИШИЯ НА Британском, ЗАРАНЕЕ БОЛЬШОЕ СПАСИБО

Tonight I see you float across the room.My palms do sweat, and I can feel you glow.Our eyes might meet, and then my heart will bloom.My love for you, a never ending flow.You touch my hand, and I try not to shake.The way you make me feel is like a dream.And in that dream my world is bout to quake,Because you are my sun, my lovely gleam.I hope one day that we can be a pair,And never will we ever have to part.Well make a home, away and far somewhere,and always will you be there in my heart.




When Nero stood with fiddle drawnWatching his fair city burnFlaunting his lack of concernAs ashes flew hither and yonA king with graces like a pawnThe sovereignty he didnt earnThe respect that he failed to learnAnd yet Rome burned while he lived on


The moon does shine and bask upon the hill.Light falls into the lake and takes a spill.The raindrops drip and drip until they drop.Its like a raindrop songthe rain does trill.The leaves turn brown, and soon they all will fall.A wind does blow and throws them like a ball.The air is chilled, and people start to shake.Its now that time of year, the season calls.The children underneath their covers hide,The thunder roars and lightning flashes wide,But elsewhere lovers cuddle up to sleepA cozy winter time theyll have inside.



The heroic stanza or elegiac stanza
The curfew tolls the knell of parting day,The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea,The plowman homeward plods his weary way,And leaves the world to darkness and to me.

Olease put my porridge
In a pretty little pot.
I like it for my brekfast
And i like it nice and not.