Счастье поэта!.. :))

Я, конечно, не совсем поэт, но недавно на работе написал один стишок. Глупый, вобщем-то, стишок, но не совсем... с иронией, и поместил его в общую папку документов для тестирования.

А теперь он пошёл, можно сказать, по рукам в лаборатории. Я, ясно дело, в авторстве не признаюсь, но приятно, ибо "искусство принадлежит народу"... :)

Вот он:

If all bears were like bees
They would live in the trees
Eating honey and bread,
And then poop on your head.

If all cows could fly
They would not be so shy,
From the roof of a shed
They would poop on your head.

If all fish just had lungs
They would speak human tongues,
Have a brief tete-a-tete
And then poop on your head.

If, rejecting their den,
Rhinos came to a man,
They'd make lovely a pet,
But they'd poop on your head.

Really nice is a sheep:
It can peacefully sleep
All day long, yet in bed
It will poop on your head.

So, whatever we take
For the truthfulness' sake,
Someone always is fed
Just to poop on your head.



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