итак, как обещала Сашке, откопала свое маленькое творение, что в Лондоне на уроке писала.

Ironing board (от лица гладильной доски)

I'm waiting in the dark
Next to cold white wall,
I'm like lonely angry shark
Waiting for curtains to go back.

And at last the light comes in,
Nasty hands touch my skin.
Put my fragile legs on carpet.
I wanna cry to make them stop it.

And then they put hot thing on me.
My back is tourchered and maybe bleed.
At last it finished, I'm almost dead,
Let all this people be me instead.