I'll strive to verse you colorless
for you to later paint by numbers
I've learned rooms painted screaming red,
play more intense than had the same
been decorated pinkish.
I strive for you to savor my foreign tongue
in a dialect compatible to your own
I try my udder best to do you English,
what still challenges me in native Russian,
a touch of French I picked in Poland, that it may tickle,
for whereas milk's color is white, night's is considerably denser.
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