At night, the rats do not sleep.
The rats move the commodity.
Right, left and back.
through the cover,
Then a jump, a push.
stumbled on a barrel,
They broke, they broke,
Shredded by shredder!
And in the commodity - dishes, traffic jams,
cakes in a box,
Break two with a half pound.
And glass dishes.
Guess what nonsense?
I do not have a commodity!
There is no hiccups or interruptions.
Especially the box!
The dwarf flies in the dark,
in the shell,
And a cry of annoyance:
“What are you crazy about, fucking?“!”
by Volha