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Hello, my friend, love fairy tales, snotty?
You see, the moon travels around the sky?
If you suddenly come off the beer
I, so be it, will tell you something ...

Demolished the egg of the pestrushka.
Grandfather with a woman beat - did not break, well - cripples!
And the mouse, by profession Noroshka,
The tail waved, and the egg is Salyam Alaikum!
Here they cry grandfather and woman, but in vain -
Everything is destined, the egg should break.
Evil gives rise to evil in our age is terrible.
Do you want to know how this fairy tale will end?
The old woman will cut that schismatics,
And not from evil, so, so it is necessary in the plot,
The old man, by drunkenness, aggravated the grief,
The Herzdsoga will shoot Ferdinand ...

What are you grimacing, don't like a fairy tale?
What, is not dull enough twisted?
Yes, it is not easy to please you, Lapochka,
I would read my comic book, a capricious stuffed man!
I'm here about transcendental,
About fatalism, about life, about mysticism.
No, damn it, he wants to be vulgar,
Cool and cool, in a high style ...

Do you want more abruptly? Well, you will get it!

Here the peasant had three sons,
All three are fools, which is characteristic.
ATOS, Portos and the Younger - Pinocchio
The princess was met, and everything ended badly!
They put it to her, just in case,
Directly under the mattress pea. TNT.
And only the key remained from the palace,
Who snapped the crazy tortilla.
Her prince caught and tormented for a long time,
He shouted: "Why do you need such ears, grandmother?"
Then he killed, cooked and ate, and her key
At Duremar, I changed it to the centner of poppy.
Tsarevich lived with a frog, as with his wife,
Decompensated pervert,
I rode on a blue gelding, paranoid,
He loved other frogs, a polygamist.
But the Syvy Gerin turned into a bourgeois blue
And a human voice prayed:
"Do not eat me, if, I'm sick with a plague!"
And then he strangled him in a birch.
This is a thriller, straight to tears, such passions!
I myself liked something!
Since our life is more abrupt than a blockbuster,
There should be fairy tales more than “Faust” Goethe!

We will deal with myth -making A la Alfred Hitchcock!
The kids "Kaku" want, but the "king" is not for the future.
Dance, inch, hip-hop, and there will be all the type!
Who is against, who? Yes, grandfather Pichto and Agnia Barto!

A drunk Godzilla walked around the city,
Three cats crushed and seven goats,
And the poor Stepashki and pig-shirts
With fear, this fairy tale looks ...

I look with longing, my friend, at your generation:
Everyone is waiting for metaphysical freebies.
Cesam will open through the pike order,
And in a piece, get out! Oh, times! Oh morals!
King Kong came, the mermaid was killed,
The heroes of fairy tales changed the role -
Old Man Hottabych - leader of the Wahhabis,
Dobrynya carries vodka at the KamAZ.
I'm afraid everything will end in non -intelligent,
As in the fable of that, about the bird and the fox -
God somehow sent a crow, sent specifically
Right with cheese, and with a fox, and with a fabulist.

Medication flows on the mustache, and everything is in no hurry in the mouth,
Come up with a fairy tale yourself, I'm already sick.
For example, how the dude started a kitty in boots,
And immediately he healed Nishtyak, all in women and green.
At the forest, at the edge, the old woman was demolished,
And we bought it and ate it, finally.
Now we are sick with all the collective farm Salmonellosis,
Here and the fairy tale is the end. Who eaten is not a tenant.

Oh, dad is crying! There is a fairy tale for dad:
"Here we lived, there were a thought with the president.
And they lived in joy and affection,
And they died at once ... "