She: Can you write me a poem on the given topic?
He is easy. The big?
She: No
He: Write the topic, I'm going to fuck off
I want to give it to my friends at the wedding. In short, the theme - wedding, should be names - Olga and Sasha
He is OK. Happy to think.
It is: Ready

Well, this is all, say goodbye to all the walks,
Sasha thought, the smoking squeezed.
“Supernatural drunkenness is overwhelmed.
I don’t need a condom now.

Oh Olga, Olga, the Babian nature.
Know, because the synonyms are “defect” and “marriage”.
Twins hold under the accords of "Sipulture"
Now I won’t get it anyway.”

Olga in a white dress.
The smile is not hidden.
She said, “You will be mine forever.”
The corner was fixed.

In life it was, is and will be.
Men are in force,
They think the feeling will not go away.
Those guys are stupid.