Aliq, 64 - 1 апреля 2008 22:25

не буду вас поздравлять с первым апреля, хотя моя первая работа нашла меня именно в этот день!

Plus Minus Absurdum
March Sonnet
With April Comments

We waited but it wouldn't approach us as delusion
Spring seeding among men deliberate confusion
And suddenly alive still hibernated darkened
Their empty wallets scream, "Get grist out of gutbucket!"

A crowd in the street is tearing up the florists
They sell bouquets at prices so heavily explosive
But men are smart on how to save a pot of gold
As being sleepless once: give wives a gift of love.

Spring! Spring! Spring comes as a delusion
It's chilling out before it blooms around solution
We tie the cans to march cats' tails to roll
So the tin bells would rock entire world.

Female associates and mates! Livestock of males
Would wish you good and happiness and health!

i

Icicles dripping the ringing drool
Isn't it funny? It's April Fool's,
Isn't it about to come as so easily amused a holiday?
A naughty pilgrim would've given you lots of pepper spray
In people's deeds poking his reindeer nose on
Would torture with that excruciating question
How silly are you? Or were you that one
As kid would never listen to your mum,

In spring and summer dreamt of snowfall
And wouldn't eat a caviar with a toast,
Bayan would torment, tear up a violin,
Soulfully playing on a glass with India rubber stick
Or soundful a piece of foam plastic?!
Get him out of here, saying,
'Shut up! - Enough of being drastic!'
ii

It's all a dream, a kindergarten recalling
Today is scheduled orchestral rehearsal.
The stern conductor bristles with moustache
And knocks on from pulpit to thick music stand
'Hey, soloist! Are you a pianist or DJ?
Get bottle out of your suit pocket right away!'
'But it's just a milk!' reported soloist.
The boss got milder, 'Then take it easy, please!'

'Can't do like this - viola is out of tune
My soul rebels of hearing off that gloom!'
'You should've been reporting of the violist.'
'No, he's a boxer; he'll beat me up to bits!
And who would look at me in black'n'blue?!'
'OK, take care of it yourself, you double goon.'

Out of the blue would rear double-bass,
Roar rage hoot bang riddle and rumble
And no one knows what he needs
As if rain ecstasy is pouring out of him.
'Oh yeah!', conductor says, 'and now he's a dead bait.
He'll match the same as tuba's ugly fate.
Besides the strings are evidently torn
We cannot get today them even at the Mall.

He waved a magic baton; contrabass
Got hordes and hordes of eyes to blaze
He was turned down to have been blown away
Because they could not stand such ecstasy today
When every musician is in bad shape
And shattering on the pavement the cur was broken dead!

Pitch silence there felt so blue
As if they had sauerkraut clue
To sour and acid smile
And shut up as a caught at the worst crime
But noble conductor's tragic whisper
Said decently to all obedient,
'Let's do proceed with the rehearsal. Well, violins!'
They blathered faltering so weakly
'Make haste! Be quick! Can't you play it moderately?'
Violins howled just like psychopathic personalities.

'Yeah.' the conductor scratched his nape,
'Get this entire caterwaul away!
It's better have a kettle drum blow from behind
Get lost so I wouldn't know you died.
All gone. Ah, where's my harpsichord?
My ancient friend, you truly mine alone
Let my holy tuxedo eaten be by moth
I'm still alive and I am still the Boss!'

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