Sonor Plays (Several) Poem by Anthony Davydov

I'd like to tell you, guy
About the sound 'ai'.
So, once upon a times
There was a kingHe ruled the rhimes.
His mind was bright
And thought were light
But, in the days of twilight blight,
The tired prime became too shy
He tried to anyhow rhime
His name - and always started cry.
- - -
He was woke up by woe,
Dropped suddenly in snow.
Size of drop was high or low
Really, he didn't know.
Suddenly he's found a bow,
Started making cruel show.
It was slow, there were no
any notes. There were no.