Posts from A rhyming poem (GAME). Auto-translated

He exclaimed: "Save yourselves!"
And in fear, he fled from there...
With hungry eyes,
The squad watched him go...

...but suddenly, in that very moment,
a guide suddenly grew out of the ground.
You'll ask - what kind of guide is that?
Well, who knows, let him just sit there...

0o (:

Even children know that –
Yeti aren’t white;
Yeti are just sleeping,
But white is a fever.

Maybe it's old news, but I found it amusing :)

Digital poetry. Read aloud, with expression!
Pushkin:
17 30 48
140 10 01
126 138
140 3 501

Yesenin:
14 126 14
132 17 43...
16 42 511
704 83
170! 16 39
514 700 142
612 349
17 114 02

Funny:
2 15 42
42 15
37 08 5
20 20 20!

Sad:
511 16
5 20 337
712 19

This old tale is hidden deep within "Fun". I once read the entire thread three times...

The children became curious -
So, what color is the Yeti?
A red Yeti? Is that possible?
A black Yeti? Really?

Anti-racist.

- It doesn't matter what color the Yeti is!
All Yetis are equal,
don't forget, children!

In the snow-covered Himalayas,
Antiracists have appeared,
Democrats with their Greenpeace,
And, of course, pacifists.

They didn't expect, didn't guess,
These Yeti, poor things,
That people would stick
Their noses and flags into their territory.

But then the Yeti decided
to try some delicious spaghetti.
The screams went on for a long time
behind a large blue mountain.
It's a pity the pacifists didn't know
that they would season the dish with a foot :smile04:

well... something like that)

Pacifists put up a long resistance.
Their feet turned out to be unappetizing.
The Yeti spat on their feet.
They didn't think for long and tore off their hands...
While eating the tasty hands,
they washed it down with cups of tea.

It was quite cruel...

Human rights defenders appeared,
They thought together and decided to act -
To send the gourmets away from here,
To a place where there are forks, knives, and dishes,
Where a chubby cook prepares stew,
And a waiter takes orders on the run.
And a roasted lamb is waiting,
For these Yetis to come to the restaurant.

The insatiable Yetis wanted to eat everything. The defenders failed to stop them. They chased the Yetis all the way to the restaurant, biting them constantly on the behind. Having driven them into the restaurant, they decided to eat everyone. The defenders, the cook, and the waiter didn't want to put up with this. They barricaded the kitchen doors. The Yetis broke down the doors. They ate all the people, leaving only stinky feet. And calmly went home along the mountain road. ^_^

Oh, how beautiful the world is! I had a cup of tea! Now I will write a poor poem for you! How dark is this world, covered in soot! Oh, how scary it is to live, to breathe! I can't take it anymore! How long will this last? How is it possible?! After all, soon the grim reaper will find us all! I know the way out! Get high on weed! Wait! Listen! It's not up to you to decide! Don't be afraid, my friend! I will be careful! I believed in you, brother! You are still a good guy!

Yesterday, my cat glanced at the calendar,
And instantly raised his tail like a flagpole,
Then scratched the stairs, as he used to,
And howled with warmth and exuberance:
"Spring mating season, civil marriage!
Hurry, cats, to the attic..."

And my cactus – oh, a miracle of miracles! –
Soaked in tea and coffee grounds,
Like a new Lazarus, it came back to life
And grows stronger from the ground every day.
Green rustling... I am amazed:
"How many thoughts it evokes!"

Already, the frozen dirt on the panels,
Is being chipped away by the energetic janitors, cursing,
And today, a "prince" wandered to my place,
Took a warm scarf and cross-country skis...
"Spring, spring! - I sing like a bard, -
Take the winter junk to the pawnshop."

The sun is shining. By God, everything is fine!
The spring azure has dispelled the smoke and soot,
The frost no longer bites anyone,
But many have nothing to eat, just like in winter...
The trees are waiting... The water is rotting,
And there are more drunk people than ever!

My Creator! Thank you for spring! -
I thought it would never return, -
But... let me escape to the forest's silence
From the day's malice, the plague, and the capital!
The spring wind is at the door...
Who should I fall in love with, damn it?

(c) Sasha Cherny - Awakening of Spring

Impromptu. I've been searching all morning – who could I fall in love with? For my work, any young maiden might be useful. That's why the poor girl will be so surprised When I come to her and confess! It's not easy to make up one's mind – What if the girl thinks That I'm going to propose out of the blue? Better to hang myself right away!

One! She waved the tool
And instead of one like, she got two instantly :)
Two, three, four, five, and six! -
Today, there are plenty of likes to go around :smile24: