Юмор

Стрекоза и муравей

                                                                                                        Проститутка Стрекоза,
                                                                                                        Широко открыв глаза,
                                                                                                        Абсолютно без замены
                                                                                                        Отработала три смены.
                                                                                                        Глядь, уже подходит к ней
                                                                                                        Мент по кличке Муравей.
                                                                                                        - Регистрация? Прописка? -
                                                                                                        Начал мент издалека...
                                                                                                        - Из какой страны? Артистка? Неизвестная пока?
                                                                                                        Что ж, пройдёмте в отделенье
                                                                                                        И продолжим там концерт.
                                                                                                        В КПЗ дашь представленье,
                                                                                                        Хошь - стриптиз, а хошь - балет.
                                                                                                        - Как вы смеете?! -
                                                                                                        Вскричала, негодуя, Стрекоза.
                                                                                                        - Рот закрой! И лезь в Уазик.
                                                                                                        Оборзела блин, коза.
                                                                                                        - Я гражданка Украины!
                                                                                                        Я ударница труда!
                                                                                                        За заслуги в плане секса
                                                                                                        Мне геройская звезда
                                                                                                        Вручена была недавно
                                                                                                        Самим Ющенко!
                                                                                                        - Да?
                                                                                                        - Да!
                                                                                                        - Извините, обознался, -
                                                                                                        Козырнул ей Муравей,
                                                                                                        Щелкнул шпорами угрюмо
                                                                                                        И смотался поскорей.

                                                                                                        Скоро год, как день, проходит
                                                                                                        Снова мент наш на Тверской
                                                                                                        В поисках добычи бродит
                                                                                                        И хот-дог жуёт с тоской…
                                                                                                        Вот витрина, магазин
                                                                                                        Проезжает лимузин…
                                                                                                        Завизжали тормоза -
                                                                                                        Это ж наша стрекоза
                                                                                                        Машет из окна рукой
                                                                                                        - Что, Мураш, ты сам не свой?
                                                                                                        - Если мог бы, был бы рад,
                                                                                                        Но ментовский мой оклад
                                                                                                        Как-то не располагает
                                                                                                        На приветствующий лад.
                                                                                                        - Так иди ко мне в охрану,
                                                                                                        Будешь баксы получать,
                                                                                                        Но упрашивать не стану.
                                                                                                        Что насупился опять?
                                                                                                        - Я за доллары, мадам
                                                                                                        Даже Родину продам!
                                                                                                        Через сутки наша пара
                                                                                                        Укатила в Амстердам.

                                                                                                        Мораль сего произведения проста -
                                                                                                        Тут никакой морали вовсе нету.
                                                                                                        Крылов не то, чтоб лох, но вся его байда -
                                                                                                        Обычный трёп, который тоже продаётся за монету.

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