Three When the New Year comes
The cat rains and the rain rains.
At best afterwards.
They are scattered under the tail.
If you are not lucky
It will ruin the new year.
Few people have dreams.
A grave for a cat.
All threads, needles and ropes
Closed firmly in the locks.
No matter how you hide them,
The cat finds them!
On a burning plate
You can’t get a cat in.
Or jump straight into the soup.
A chair with a tooth.
The buffet collapsed, broken
The end or your mother!
and short. When your cat suddenly
Healthy and healthy today.
He did not hit the crystal, he did not hit the coat.
Fuck what you have to do in the pot.
The rest is vanity!
The cat hunger.
Look at the cat!