Stone coal English....

Als je even wilt lachen:

(Schijnt trouwens écht ingeleverd te zijn door een scholier, de opdracht was om een toneelstukje te schrijven over een gezinsdrama)

Ann sits in the hook of the chamber. She is striking Burts brook. The radio stands on. Suddenly she hears a lawight in the gang. The door goes open.
There stud Burt. Ann: "Haha, there are you. It is becans tide. From where come you flierefloyter?" Burt: "That goes you not on!"
Ann is up her toot getrapped. She thinks she will fall from herself, so she goes lying longout on the sofa and begins to snick.

Burt: "Stop, hold up off I shall give you a vige on your smool" That is too much for Ann. She flies right from the sofa and balls her fist.
Ann: "I can no longer stand you out! I will take another man!" Burt: "Pfoe, that shall me not spite. I have raids another leaf"

White like a like, Ann falls fourover on the tapite. Burt wrives in his hands from joy. He does the door open and smites her after him too. She seat her very bad out and she thinks loud up: "Ann, I will make myself from side". She goes in the kitchen, takes a mess from the shoyf, but when she thinks of the blood and the pain, she has twayfels. Ann: "I make my not from cant for a type like Burt! I will leaver stay an old vrayster the rest of my life and will never merry again"