And Now The Blind Girl WIll Read

"And now the blind girl will read 
A poem that she wrote herself! 
Come on guys, throw away the weed, 
She's blind, but she still can smell. 
I promise, it won't take too long, 
You can make faces, but be quiet. 
Pretend, she's doing nothing wrong 
And when to clap, I'll make a sign. 
(Oh, she's coming) Here sweety. 
Would you prefer to grab my arm? 
I didn't know you are so pretty!.. 
(She looks like she came from a barn! 
Oh, God! Her make-up... And her hair!... 
I wonder if she is insane?) 
Right here hunny is the chair, 
No, they don't laugh, they're glad you came! 
(It's 20 minutes... 30... 50... 
How can I stop her?! Give a tip!!! 
The guests are gone, just one is sitting 
And just because she fall asleep. 
She finished idiotic story!) 
Hun, let me lead you to the gates! 
No-no, this lady isn't snoring, 
She's sobbing, cause it was so great! 
I liked, but it was like a riddle, 
For instance, can you tell me why 
Somewhere closer to the middle 
You said a horse had rode a guy? 
And I don't want to sound rude, 
But I assume you've never seen... 
Oh, whores? You mean like prostitutes? 
(I threw her papers in the bin) 
No-no, your accent isn't bad, 
When did you say you moved to States? 
Oh really? I can tell you that... 
(And we approached exit gates.) 
Here is the taxi, let me help 
I'm almost sure you have won! 
(Please, taxist, drive her to the hell! 
I can't believe that she is gone!)"