The rain roared mournfully. He poured the third day.
Megapolis was full of colorful umbrellas.
Getting out of bed, getting up was too lazy,
But working days were busy.
I slowly dressed, took a raincoat and briefcase,
Reached the city brilliant, soaked to the skin.
Carried, spinning up the gimp,
There were two steps to a silly mistake.
There were few cars on the Garden Ring.
I sighed with relief: “I'll get there without traffic jams.”
Drove the bad weather of all citizens in the subway.
“The day is dangerous for Virgos,” said the astrologer.
Having reached the office in twenty minutes,
I gave thanks to unexpected luck.
Last night was a difficult route.
Five hours traveled to Kiev from giving!
We stopped watering the skies.
I was glad that I ate raspberries with sour cream.
The sun came out. "Not morning - some miracles", -
I thought seeing this picture:
The white Bentley stood, leaning heavily to the right.
He torn bus touched the curb.
Nearby the lady was moaning, marveling at the problem.
Offspring, I have not seen such a figure.
Stiletto sandals, rhinestone pedicure,
Skirt above the knees, with a thong ass,
Tanned navel, neckline, manicure,
And the elegant nose cute button.
I decided to help a pretty model,
Though my summer suit was gorgeous and light.
I dreamed of spending a magical night with her.
A bust of the seventh size blind would have noticed.
I worked hard, laughed, joked,
Making a smile make up sponges.
I replaced the punched tire with a spare tire,
I was pleased with the effect of work and jokes.
A stranger bloomed, gave the phone,
Tears, in unshaven smacked her cheek.
I thought that I was a sex symbol, a king, a champion.
I wanted to indulge with a blonde vice.
I lost my purse, computer, books.
Snagged beauty cloak and radio.
Her number is busy, then brazenly silent.
I, probably, in vain passed driving school.
Sorry credit cards and passports, keychains.
The new umbrella "Three elephants" - the thing is completely profitable.
I pierced my Toyota wheels,
Heartlessly cynical creature young!
I am now in hail, heat and pitch fog
I fly an arrow past the women in a car.
I despise cunning and vile deception.
The bust of the seventh size I dream to this day.
Wait roared for the third day, drenching all of Moscow.
Megapolis is covered with tiles.
At the foot of the trolley briskly jumped up,
Carried out the look of "Bentley" with cool Ponte.
At the Nikitsky gate bylo many cars.
I no longer dreamed of suddenly getting by without any traffic lights.
“We should take the subway,” I thought, “i'm a idiot!”
“A day is good for Cancer,” the astrologer swore.
Bely "Bentely" stood near my place.
From the open cloud suddenly flashed brightly,
Behind the wheel was a dama: a corset, light makeup,
This miracle suddenly looked into my eyes.
I left the bus, silently diving out the door,
Her naughty look about me ricocheted.
I attacked passionately like a mad beast ...
A member of a large size did not immediately notice.
Behind the wheel of a limousine sat transvestite
Gently pecked me suddenly in wet bangs
I did not know what he would treat me to -
Just would not look for me in the female slit.
I gave him books, a wallet, a watch,
A laptop and a man purse, a raincoat and a boot.
Just to not see his sausages.
Between the virgin since childhood their half!
I am no longer a foot in these "Bentley"
Slaughter the arrow in the car.
Remembering how naked rushing from there ...
A member of a large size I dream very clearly.
Ad populum,
Critic ST
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Critic! I am truly delighted. Before answering you, I reread your essay three times on my given topic. I could not do that. When something comes to my mind, it is usually written, easily, but in order to take a ready-made work, to feel it and to create one’s own, and as soon as possible, it’s cool.Thanks for the poetic review.
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