Ears And Noodles - Poem by Lyudmila Purgina
I've curled my ears into tubules
In order that the noodles won't be hung on them...
I'm going along the streets.... doo-bbbiii-dddooooo...
And feel myself younger and younger!
The noodles on ears sometimes are too hard,
They weigh sometimes as the thousand tons.
Tubules-ears are best in their kind
To clean the nonsence of the world at once...
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