About pens


we take the theme of life, castigating the problem,
And eternal handle day by day will put them in a notebook.
Two pens he and I have acquired with pay,
Good to have friends in your pocket pen!

Done a lot of dirty work slicker in the store,
But all remained sitting on the ground, and runs in the same rank.
To survive on the ground, to avoid scolding
It is not necessary to have a head - would be somewhere in the pen!

Known to us one cooperative - there do portfolios.
And I bought a portfolio of yourself during the week.
Bought - and joy warmed, pretty thing!
Come home - no portfolio, there was only a pen!

Paradise wore on his hands, and was called a prodigy.
With her on the lips with delight pylinochki blew.
But life as the wind swept, and Paradise - dropout.
A home always dust and dirt, even the daughter - cit!

A pint of one ordered, and drank at the bar.
Then he walked home unstable gait ...
Habitually went to the house and rested his forehead against the handle -
This means he has reached, as they say, to the handle.

By bunglers and drunks we need to get rid of,
And millions of strong hands take up the order.
Spring walk through the corners, taking up the cause steeper -
It's time to hit the hands of the owners of dirty pens!
1951