To my grandson
When you arrive in our life...
Just live behind your mother body,
You look like her. Just small and rough,
Preparing for a life of study...
Your dad was jamping like a goat.
You pee like cock. Not like a chicken.
All family was blessed by God...
That really was a holy weekend.
You grow up so fast and smart,
With mommy smile and persistence...
And with tattoo of human heart,
Without any shame and distance.
Your daddy shear with you this hist.
Both grand mam ready almost crying...
Your ass appear another beast,
And J was laughing . Almost dying.
Time pass. From now you a doctor...
Still single. Almost older fart.
J want you use your sexy factor,
To make another kid by heart.
J want you find a beaty princess,
Who will dissolve your heart and pride.
And calling you: My dearest Fra.ncis,
You devil my. My chief. My God!
Alexander Mezhbero 6.1.12.
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И бросился терзать чужой язык!
Как тяжело мне будет понимать,
Уж лучше "идиш", знала его мать...
Роман Межберг 21.07.2012 11:24 Заявить о нарушении
Тебе покажется не мало...
С английским я чуть чуть дружу,
Работал инженером главным...
Я много лет служил стране,
На языке аж Вашингтона...
Я русский помню. И вполне,
Пошлю врагов и монотонно.
Александер Межберо 22.07.2012 08:10 Заявить о нарушении