Princess on the Pea

< Tim Skorenko



Dear Princess, prepare a bed for you -
It is an honor for me, I worked on it all my life,
See which tuali, fine linen, leather,
(And beneath them - bumps, knobs, lumps springs),
Here fifteen mattresses, and each - other softer,
And these silk that never dreamed of other gods,
(And beneath them - needles and blades, not otherwise,
Fish bones, cow hooves, tails, horns).

Gabardine canopy that hides you from the world,
You will allow to stay up in the lovely negligee
(Only in the most intimate places I did hole,
And for the money I plan to keep off the pages to them).
Look, what a feather - on special order
From Paris we carried in our humble wilderness,
It smells like "Chanel" (still in her living contagion,
Cockroaches, bedbugs, spiders and other stuff).

Good-bye, princess, tomorrow, good night,
Morning evening exceedingly wiser, as they say,
They say that on the comfortable bed - and the night shorter,
(And in this it will turn into a nightmarish hell).
Relax, princess, because the prince expects the meeting,
He has not yet arrived, but, however, is on the way,
(From the moodiness that's bed on time will heal,
Otherwise'm not save you from the Prince).

And she falls asleep. She slept so sweetly,
What is she smiling, loving prince in a dream,
And it gradually tightens cot,
And the princess with a sink in it over time.
She sees overseas countries, meadows and villages,
And the mattresses creaking under the pressure of tight Teles,
And she wakes up, fresh, like peach,
And ready to get acquainted with Prince here and now.

Raschudesny morning, the princess, is not it true?
I tried like hell to do more for you - could not stand,
Yes, and not batted an eye - because a little nervous,
And worried about the way you sleep on such a night.
And she replies: your works, my friend, in vain,
Planted a pea? Lily in my ears lie?
I learned it before going to bed and slept well:
Real princesses on peas will not spend! ..

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