Ears And Noodles Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
Ears And Noodles
I've curled my ears into tubules
In order that the noodles won't be hung on them...
I'm going along the streets.... doo-bbbiii-dddooooo...
And feel myself younger and younger!
The noodles on ears sometimes are too hard,
They weigh sometimes as the thousand tons.
Tubules-ears are best in their kind
To clean the nonsence of the world at once...
Friday, January 18, 2013
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: O)) still laughing...................................: O))