Over italy extensive

The sun shines with a brazen face.

And under the stairs, in the closet

Papa Carlo cuts logs.

(He wants to make buratin,

that, I tell you, is not easier

than pussy smile)

Made cardboard ears,

The nose is made of sliver,

Fitted under the mudya

two wormy acorns,

And then, yawning from boredom,

Under the heel he sharpens his hands.

Pinocchio turned out

Chock-chock but cute

He smiled fucked

What is very important.

Papa Carlo wiped his hands

Straight about his shirt,

And he said, "I am your father,

Now pussy to school

Because, as here in the garret

There’s nothing to eat, in life. ”

(Even issued a smart book,

"Pathology brainless"

What he found in the garbage,

Rummaging in search of logs)

Pinocchio was not a blunder

The book he sold to a blind man

What stood before the door of the temple

(I got a gold coin instead,

Giving the change pizdyulyami)

And he went, burping shavings,

Straight to the puppet theater.

In the theater, a thick goon - the director,

I caught him in the interval,

(Dreamed of selling to the Japanese,

In the form of chips or chips)

But the log took off,

Telling him about the door,

What separated in a garret

From the outhouse all residential area.

That noodle raked hands

On their ears fleshy,

Gave him twelve zloty.

(Of which there were five - fake),

And sent quietly to the dick,

Ordering to be silent about the door.

But Basilio suffered

Hemorrhoids, and Alice,

Hearing in his pocket

The jingle of eggs

Ohmurit decided idiot

To take away all the aluminum!

He approached him from the side,

Crutch struck puzu,

And not at all embarrassed,

Offered my services

By investing money in the land.

And Alice right there, hastily,

How could, portrayed

As if in a box - advertising,

With undressing and mars! - om

Buratino instantly rejected,

All dreams of getting drunk beer,

And he buried all the money right there,

In a pile of soft manure,

Salting, said three words:

Cracks, Packs, Fex,

Or something like ...

The night crept unnoticed

Above the manure the steam rose,

And damn log

Storozhit their finances.

A cat to him and so and that

And Alice melophone

Distracts and threatens

What cops here pussy,

And the end, they say, soon the world ...

Suddenly the dung stirred,

And from there it seemed

In the snipe drunk Tortilla,

What mowed there from the soup.

Ears from shit cleared,

She offered a brazen deal:

"Who soothes Duremar,

What leeches are trading

He will open two boxes,

If he guesses the word. "

But bastard Pinocchio

Screamed - “we play“ super ”!!!

Either cook this soup,

Or - the key to the "Zaporozhets!"

Turtle, multiplying,

From longing dung heap,

Immediately offered - key,

But! - For Duremar eggs.

Duremar sat in the toilet.

Above the point type "hole",

And ... Instantly and silently.

Tortilla gave the key.

What was there with Duremar?

Only one "friend" knows

And rich Buratino

Two scam left

Get shit coins

And he went to the closet,

On the key, rotating the key,

They locked the father in the toilet,

And sold the garret to the Greeks

For free currency.

Papa Carlo so cursed

On the point that after a day,

The Greeks fled in fear

Remembering in the crayfish river ...

A log with dad now,

They go to the theater on rolls-royce,

And then the director is lousy,

To them in the toilet with a master key pezet,

But what does he need there,

Only the wise shaggy knows ...