Cleanness, As Somebody Said Once
Cleanness, as somebody said once ,
Not where they clean, but where they do not crap,
And our yardman vigilantly at the entrance,
Walks around with a huge scary club.
Nice to watch, how he - with congenital grace,
For the slightest piece of paper or a mote,
Trying hard, with a skewed embittered face,
To strangle a guilty tenant by a throat.
Barking can not be heard, do not meow cats,
Such cleanness around and grace, and numbs,
Even birds in the district- a glance can not catch,
Only in the grass teeth whitened crumbs.
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