нашла на каком-то старинном диске
Это "поэма", которую мы сочиняли в английском лагере для Скотта. По-моему был дан список слов и нужно было насочинять стихотворение про СС :)
Scott and Gene Explore Moscow
On the eve of Christmas on that happy year,
Scott and Gene arrived in Russia in good cheer.
They brought with them an orange and an apple
And took the Metro straight to the chapel.
Scott’s heart was as cold as that on a snowman,
So Gene came up with a wonderful plan…
They started their great quest, which began I Russia,
To find Scott’s love, a girl named Natasha.
With a spark in his eye, he brought her roses,
And tried to tell her the story of Moses.
Soon he found that girls were ubiquitous
And he thought to himself, “Man, forget this!”
On his way home he began to sing a verse,
But all of a sudden, the weather got worse.
Windblown leaves zigzagged over a hill
Turning his umbrella into a small windmill.
He felt like he was in such distress
That all he wanted to do was to go home and play chess.
He opened the door of his grand new flat
And as he looked past his shoes and doormat,
His face and his ears began to fume
Because of his nasty, khaki-colored room.
Gene and Scott toured the grand and blazing city
While the people of Moscow looked down on them with pity.
Because his neighbor thought his names was “Spies,”
He was locked in prison, breathless and covered with flies.
When Gene spotted Scott in the yellow moonlight,
He understood the seriousness of his plight.
Gene gave Scott powerful tools to dig through the sand
And the guard ignored the contraband.
When he got out of jail it was all a big joke
And he could go back to teaching and drinking his Coke.
Scott and Gene Explore Moscow
On the eve of Christmas on that happy year,
Scott and Gene arrived in Russia in good cheer.
They brought with them an orange and an apple
And took the Metro straight to the chapel.
Scott’s heart was as cold as that on a snowman,
So Gene came up with a wonderful plan…
They started their great quest, which began I Russia,
To find Scott’s love, a girl named Natasha.
With a spark in his eye, he brought her roses,
And tried to tell her the story of Moses.
Soon he found that girls were ubiquitous
And he thought to himself, “Man, forget this!”
On his way home he began to sing a verse,
But all of a sudden, the weather got worse.
Windblown leaves zigzagged over a hill
Turning his umbrella into a small windmill.
He felt like he was in such distress
That all he wanted to do was to go home and play chess.
He opened the door of his grand new flat
And as he looked past his shoes and doormat,
His face and his ears began to fume
Because of his nasty, khaki-colored room.
Gene and Scott toured the grand and blazing city
While the people of Moscow looked down on them with pity.
Because his neighbor thought his names was “Spies,”
He was locked in prison, breathless and covered with flies.
When Gene spotted Scott in the yellow moonlight,
He understood the seriousness of his plight.
Gene gave Scott powerful tools to dig through the sand
And the guard ignored the contraband.
When he got out of jail it was all a big joke
And he could go back to teaching and drinking his Coke.