Стишок про шпиона

Table, bed, sofa with pillow,
Two cups, clamshell,
Gray cat so Aunt Nura
The Checkers cut to night.
And I do not sleep, to save,
I - Spy Secret Service!
All I am writing in his little book,
Breaking pencil in his fingers.
I want to bring happiness
Many people - idiots
Who does not sovladaya roof
Dissolve his long tongue.
And I sit here having hidden,
All completely forgotten,
In this komnatuhe shitty,
Adding to its catalog.
Well, how come fashisty-
Just remember all the characters!
Tea did not know the guys
Well this is all I have won the war!
Dali our hero
Two bottles of beer & quot; Colossus & quot ;.
And now sits priperty
In four solid walls,
Past people go peacefully,
A hospital that contrast,
After galapiridola
Fins are bent guy.
He was a good and glorious,
He wrote not horrible,
All about life, but about the neighbors,
About love, some did not.
But not rushing redneck, in kind,
About love to read novels.
So I pushed their horses
Alien element exploration.