This was an evening. All was dark.
God was alone. And he was bored.
He drank two beers. It made him floored.
It was a symbolic landmark.
Then God determined to create a man.
And this was done for love and funny.
Our universe became more sunny.
He realised his tipsy plan.
God was not bored since that time.
He has no time even for beer.
He made the same for man to cheer.
This was a fillip to sublime.
This was a girl. The artful creature.
Her love was eternal and yappy.
All men since than was really happy.
So men and God have close feature.
Бог, любовь и пиво.
Был вечер. Темень лишь вокруг.
Бог был один. Томила скука.
И в голове от пива - мука.
Тут осенило его вдруг.
Решил мужчину он создать.
Сказал и сделал. Враз готово.
Пространство озарило слово.
Дров с пьяну можно наломать.
С тех пор Бог не скучает никогда.
И времени нет пропустить стакан.
В свой меткий и успешный план
Внедряется высокая звезда.
То женщина. Создание искусства.
Ее любовь звучит высокой нотой.
Мужчины счастливы ее заботой.
И им как Богу не бывает пусто.