Seryozha with a face pie
he walks down the alley in the morning.
You ask me:
"What is it
& nbsp; Seryozha went for a walk?
- He came out in a red pinjak
& nbsp; and in cornflower sandals,
& nbsp; in green trousers and coat,
& nbsp; casually worn on the shoulder.
Seryozha with a face pie
goes by no means slowly,
swinging her hip slightly to the beat,
shooting eyes playfully.
To meet him, slightly mowing,
walks Klava with a face horseradish
in a downy elk coat
and with an oiled knee.
You ask me:
- Where
& nbsp; is Clava walking in blue bots?
And I will answer:
- Anywhere.
& nbsp; a girl Walks on Saturday.
And You will exclaim:
- The cheek! He said to her, I guess, "Hello"!
And I will answer You:
- Said.
And even winked with passion.
She answered him by the shoulder
she nodded, blushing happily.
Seryozha with a face prirozhkom
he hugged her, slightly intoxicated.
They went like doves,
to a friend huddled,
on the alley.
But here, their happiness is contrary to,
To meet Victor with a face bun.
"What," You may ask, " is he wearing
& nbsp; today Victor for briquette?
And I will answer:
"He's wearing a lilac beret.
"Oh, how glad I am to see You!
& nbsp; would You like to be out for a walk? -
he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly,
have Klavy Vitya with face bun.
She responded with a wave of her Paula,
disappeared somewhere under the tram..
...Pour acid on them all!
And we read poems about them...