Once in the pub in Devonshire
Sir Winnie met sir Robin.
And, after couple pints of beer,
Began his life complaining:
”I have no friends, I am alone,
Surrounded by the strangers.
My life stinks, my dreams has gone.
Nobody understands me.
My ball and chain, my shade, my shame -
My Piglet is a moron.
Old Owl constantly blows my brain
And kills me with the morals.
Eeyore's depressive pessimist.
He talks to his own tail.
I am afraid that is infectious,
I am afraid, it's fail.
But bees... just bees are pleasant guys.
But not consider me as friend,
And think, that I'll (so painful bites!)
Take their honey. That's the end.”
“Come on, you’re lucky”, - Robin says -
“Sun’s sweet and honey’s shining.
I’d like to live a life like yours,
So peaceful, not like mine is.
I have a team… I have a band.
That’s really lot of brothers.
I’m boss (for note – I’m not demand it).
They fit to one another.
Our Little John so likes to fight,
Around him all in bruises.
Alan-a-Dale is sings all nights,
Enrages with awful music.
Our friar Tuc, in sins he sinks,
In sins with other brothers.
And after all he likes to drink,
As well as all others.
All peasants in the lands around -
They are all envious idlers.
Confused by hard choice, mixed up,
Can't solve betray or hide us.
But rich men... they are pleasant guys.
But not consider me as friend,
And think, that I (they're not too wise)
Want their money. That's the end.”
”Oh, Lord”,- said Pooh - ”what can we do
To change the karma, life to change
And fate, and luck, happiness too...
Our names we have to rearrange!”
Done. Shaking hands. From now for good.
(So, what a fateful moment!)
Robin-the-Pooh, and Winnie Hood,
They called themselves. No comments.
And so, they've gone on different ways,
Their ways to fame and glory.
It has to be told, but not today.
Coz, that's another story.