Carlos Drummond de Andrade


Society


The man said to his friend:
-Soon I'll visit you
and will take my wife with me.

The friend decorated the house
and when the man arrived with his wife
he celebrated with fireworks.

The man ate and drank.
The woman drank and sang.
Both danced.
The friend was very pleased.

When it was time to leave,
the friend said to the man:
-Soon I'll visit you.
And he shook the man and the woman's hands.

On the way home, the man whines:
-Oh my, now that too.
And the woman adds: -What an idiot.

-The house is a flea's nest.
-Did you notice the burnt steak?
The piano is off key and the food wasn't enough.

And every Thursdays
they go back to the friend's house
who still couldn't return the visits.

Submitted: Wednesday, March 24, 2010

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