On a sunny meadows
Not knowing why it was glad,
Sat a little gtasshopper
With its knees bent backward.
It rejoiced in the sunshine,
That feeds the grapes vine yard,
That it was so green,
With its knees bent backward.
In the grass it found a pretty girl -
Not a girl - of treasure ontent.
Almost as it viridescent
With its knees bent backward.
They had a wedding tremendous
Four days in a row at yard.
And all the guests crawled away
With their knees bent backward.
Then came the children sweetie things,
Sixteen of them in a row horde.
Appear as perents green,
With their knees bent backward.
Its wife rattles the dishes loudly,
And the grasshopper neglected its brood:
It started peeking at the neighbor's wife
With its knees bent backward.
Then at the comparty meeting
They tell him: “May be, lad,
You are morally decomposed
With your knees bent backward!”
Now it is an exemplary soviet:
It doesn't smoke,drink hard.
It is morally persistent
With its knees just forward…
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Author:
Ksey_Gan (
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- Category: Humor
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A fun read that illustrates the point that differences are judged and often assigned strange meanings. Nicely done
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