"Петрарка" (конкурс стихов)
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Beewoman    ® 60 лет

My Master said'One thing is mere.
The punishment must be severe
For you've lost remains of fear.
I have to punish you my dear.'

And you don't know what is better.
At first to realize the matter
You should write me a concrete letter
With all your faults, poor zhanetta.

What is afterwards? Let's guess.
I think you know it more or less.
You should take off your sexy dress.
Don't say me 'no'. You must say 'yes'.

Your fault is very complex case
I know for punishment right place.
You always carry it with grace
Let's guess again - it is your...

And for described in letter crimes
You will be flogged two hundred times.
You must remember, never cry
That you can't stand it and will die...

Your tear falls like diamond ball.
My poor thing! My pretty girl!
You're so fragile and very small
And I'm not angry at all.

22 апреля 2009

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