Book: Zahoditi. Page 2

There was a Bug.
He climbed to the Poet in bed
And biting him at night. (And a day).
That's all.
Sadly, -
I will not hide:
- That's all we know about him.
That's all.
Very little.
Almost nothing.
What to do...
Sometimes,
And closest to us being
Remains a mystery to us...

In the snake-boa constrictor
Unimportant glory.
We all
Condemn
Such manners!
I only remember
Even Boas
Not gonna strangle anyone
For fun...

Behind the glass
Curled
Cobra.
Looks stupid
And unkindly.
Seen
From the first glance:
Little brain
A lot of poison!

I haven't met
The vipers
And something not to miss
In separation!

Who Rhino
The road
Give in,
That, of course, reasonable to do that.
A pleasure to push him, thick-skinned,
And what
The poor passer-by?
How good are ignorant
Will meet
Less and less!
Who Rhino
The road
Give in,
That, of course, reasonable to do that.
A pleasure to push him, thick-skinned,
And what
The poor passer-by?
How good are ignorant
Will meet
Less and less!

Weasel is a predator. So, affection
To waste is not worth of affection:
Those who have a affection will prilagaetsya,
Be sure to repent!

Here The Boar.
He is wild and vicious,
But quite edible.
There are merits to their
Even a pig!

The camel thinks he's a giraffe,
And walks, head cocked,
All
It causes laughter,
And he, the Camel spits at all!

Compliments -
Before alimony.

Poor thing lost honor.
Very sad news!
But still funny
To be honest:
Surely a place of honor
In a place like this!

- Oh, if you saw flowers
Planted on your grave,
Perhaps, he asked us would you
So we're Rather buried!

Alas, poor hope
Talent
(And if truth to tell, and a genius),
In the era of the schools, movements, trends,
In the age of isms
Parties
Mafia
Gangs!

It is easy to distinguish
Secrets and mysteries:
The mysteries - eternal,
Secrets - random.

- In art, friends, no secrets.
- A mystery?
- The mystery is,
But it is not a secret!