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Added 5 minutes ago The Tale of the Cucumber of Omnipotence and the Nape of Desires.
Under black sludge Pinned down by a book About sheep faces Lay the Cucumber.
He was bored; His brain was muddled. But he didn't despair; He dreamed of good things.
"When," he thought, "will come That terrible fierce evil pilot With an unimaginably sweet forehead, And even more so, his nape, Which is overgrown with tusks, And in its folds wildly accumulates soap. He is wise and knowledgeable, kind, beautiful, And he is not at all scary, As it seems at first glance To inexperienced recruits and nannies, Telegraphs, mouths, stern uncles And hairs covering ponies, Who have been searching for their equals for a long time."
Once, on a cloudy morning, When a moose was born from the depths Of the shadow that guarded the threshold, The Nape came, ate a pie, A second, a fourth, wiped his mouth. To the Cucumber: "Where is the compote?" He replies that it is useless For him to look for such wonderful compote, That it would be better if he raised his eyes, So that he could give answers to questions, While his years are still useful. "Behold my fiery fist!" Says the Nape proudly. Geese sang a song loudly; The carpenter sneezed, and they became The pupils of Ivy in the Swaddling Clothes Wiggling their legs and shaking, Not forgetting the Fences of the Wind.
"Can I make a wish?" Politely asked the Cucumber. As if in an ancient throne room An answer was proclaimed to him By the Nape, not embarrassed by the honor Of being first among unwashed backs. "Make a wish, but without flattery Tell me about the Carbine, Whose echo the rams await." "Ah yes?!", exclaimed the vegetable,"Yes?! With black-raspberry paint I had to paint my cat, So that he boldly pulls down the curtains, And, not fearing the rye's anger, Throws himself into the thick of lips and salt, Counts the lost shares Of those tubes that the ram gave me, Which sweetly protected Me from the attack Of shaggy and plaguey gates! Understand, I am not just a Cucumber! I have lost one hundred of my Pimples! Yes! And now, I see that that crown Will adorn the Ice of Trust, and you Have the audacity to shave carrots, Sleep on the beach, eat straw, A sagging mattress, that is who you are! I am the Cucumber of Omnipotence! Do not dare To talk to me about mundane things! Do you want dust? I will watch! I will not allow anyone to cut off the towel!"
Then said the Nape to him, That mushrooms were already growing in the bathroom, Then there would be no more poverty in the castle, The soup would cool down, That the Cucumber was greatly deceived, That his nasty smell had led him astray, That the compass that brought him here Was abundantly covered with sauce.
The Cucumber and the Nape said goodbye Disappointed. But three legs Are enough for a deserted Lamp-shaped octopus.
Imaris
