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Funny poems.
Why, pray tell,
When yesterday I was late,
You did not ask, "What happened?»
And he shouted: "Who happened?»
Fools law does not apply,
Or write, but not read,
Or read but not understood,
Or concept, but not so.
Morning closer and closer,
Deathly silence, no sound,
I see the face alarm,
Call going, bitch.
If duck bald
And it is not quacks,
So a duck pee,
So in the cocoa duck.
We find a consensus in the night,
To me, you only become:
I - incontinence,
You - fecal incontinence ...
No, polite people are not lost,
Yet there are in life.
I was yesterday so kindly sent,
That was awkward not to go!
When the man blinked,
And let them down a little modestly,
I do not think that he agrees with you ...
Most likely, he stares at his chest.
That I wake up in the morning,
I look at the face - I will not drink any more,
but also less ...
Sometimes you wake up as a bird,
Winged spring on edge.
And you want to live and work,
But the breakfast is held.
You undress eyes timidly
See I want your tender body.
Her lips - you're the best in the world,
My dear potatoes in their skins.
The fate of women is not easy, there is no answer to two paradoxes:
That is not present in the life of man, that is a man, but there is no life!
Estoooonskayanovogodnyaya pesnyaaaa:
Mallenkoy ellotshke hollotno winter
Of Lassie ellotshku fzyalli we Domme
And yet from the loess prittaschili spruce
Wessel Wessel fstrettili April!
When yesterday I was late,
You did not ask, "What happened?»
And he shouted: "Who happened?»
Fools law does not apply,
Or write, but not read,
Or read but not understood,
Or concept, but not so.
Morning closer and closer,
Deathly silence, no sound,
I see the face alarm,
Call going, bitch.
If duck bald
And it is not quacks,
So a duck pee,
So in the cocoa duck.
We find a consensus in the night,
To me, you only become:
I - incontinence,
You - fecal incontinence ...
No, polite people are not lost,
Yet there are in life.
I was yesterday so kindly sent,
That was awkward not to go!
When the man blinked,
And let them down a little modestly,
I do not think that he agrees with you ...
Most likely, he stares at his chest.
That I wake up in the morning,
I look at the face - I will not drink any more,
but also less ...
Sometimes you wake up as a bird,
Winged spring on edge.
And you want to live and work,
But the breakfast is held.
You undress eyes timidly
See I want your tender body.
Her lips - you're the best in the world,
My dear potatoes in their skins.
The fate of women is not easy, there is no answer to two paradoxes:
That is not present in the life of man, that is a man, but there is no life!
Estoooonskayanovogodnyaya pesnyaaaa:
Mallenkoy ellotshke hollotno winter
Of Lassie ellotshku fzyalli we Domme
And yet from the loess prittaschili spruce
Wessel Wessel fstrettili April!