>>13663

>Первый раз слышу про такую

Как погодка в Урюпинске?

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А теперь посмотри сюда:

The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

The keeper of the city keys
Put shutters on the dreams.
I wait outside the pilgrim's door
With insufficient schemes.
The black queen chants
the funeral march,
The cracked brass bells will ring;
To summon back the fire witch
To the court of the crimson king.

The gardener plants an evergreen
Whilst trampling on a flower.
I chase the wind of a prism ship
To taste the sweet and sour.
The pattern juggler lifts his hand;
The orchestra begin.
As slowly turns the grinding wheel
In the court of the crimson king.

On soft gray mornings widows cry
The wise men share a joke;
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gentle pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king.

>>13663

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Или сюда.

Night: her sable dome scattered with diamonds,
Fused my dust from a light year,
Squeezed me to her breast, sowed me with carbon,
Strung my warp across time
Gave me each a horse, sunrise and graveyard,
Told me only I was her;
Bid me face the east closed me in questions
Built the sky for my dawn...

Cleaned my feet of mud, followed the empty
Zebra ride to the Cirkus,
Past a painted cage, spoke to the paybox
Glove which wrote on my tongue-
Pushed me down a slide to the arena,
Megaphonium fanfare.
In his cloak of words strode the ringmaster
Bid me join the parade...

"Worship!" cried the clown, "I am a T.I.
Making bandsmen go clockwork,
See the slinky seal Cirkus policeman;
Bareback ladies have fish."
Strongmen by his feet, plate-spinning statesman,
Acrobatically juggling-
Bids his tamers go quiet the tumblers
Lest the mirror stop turning...

Elephants forgot, force-fed on stale chalk,
Ate the floors of their cages.
Strongmen lost their hair, paybox collapsed and
Lions sharpened their teeth.
Gloves raced round the ring, stallions stampeded
Pandemonium seesaw...
I ran for the door, ringmasters shouted,
"All the fun of the Cirkus!"

>>13663
Можно взять и попроще.

Happy family, one hand clap,
Four went by and none come back.
Brother Judas, ash and sack,
Swallowed aphrodisiac.
Rufus, Silas, Jonah too sang,
"We'll blow our own canoes,"
Poked a finger in the zoo,
Punctured all the ballyhoo.

Whipped the world and beat the clock,
Wound up with their share of stock.
Silver Rolls from golden rock,
Shaken by a knock, knock, knock.
Happy family, wave that grin,
What goes round must surely spin;
Cheesecake, mousetrap, Grip-Pipe-Thynne
Cried out, "We're not Rin Tin Tin."

Uncle Rufus grew his nose,
Threw away his circus clothes.
Cousin Silas grew a beard,
Drew another flask of weird.
Nasty Jonah grew a wife,
Judas drew his pruning knife.
Happy family, one hand clap,
Four went on but none came back.

Happy family, pale applause,
Each to his revolving doors.
Silas searching, Rufus neat,
Jonah caustic, Jude so sweet.
Let their sergeant mirror spin
If we lose the barbers win;
Happy family, one hand clap,
Four went on but none came back.