I'll forget my galoshes!
And I'll go for a walk in furs
Boots yesterday I bought
High heels!
And boot tops
They start at the hip.
Zhist that rolls to a decline,
Me pomodnichat & nbsp; it's time!
Mannequin walk
I walked to the gate.
I slipped at the gate,
On the manure spread!
And I lie, roaring Beluga,
Because I can't
Make a gap in the gate,
To stick out a leg.
I won't hear tapper
From the neighbors OH Yes AH-
They say Tatiana is not in galoshes,
And modnyuchy boots!
Have the most manure not removed,
And she's lying there!
And a pig squeals in the barn.
It is visible with hunger blissful!-
And the weather is a sight to behold!
The breeze died away in the evening.
Right now I'll wash off the manure-
I'll write a poem about it!
And chegoy something You, reader,
Twist the nose again?
This smell is a mixture of manure
And Chanel number five!
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