Actually, I like Russia
But want her to join Asia:
Doesn’t really belong to Europe;
Like she is there tired with a rope:
So much Asian bravado:
Others under my shadow!
Shall I forget her Brezhnev
To Cowboy Reagan, Quite Brave
Or her Yuri Andropov
Whom you couldn’t say was ‘Dove’
Then, they were dying much fast
Chernenko could not quite last
Also, like Russian Ruble
But from her sensing trouble
When efforts Russians double
To Dollar change with Ruble …
Actually, some friends’ gossip
But persons whose tongues don’t slip.
Sebastopol
Was it a dream
Soldiers
In thick ankle deep
Overcoats
And I had none
It gets dark early
In Sebastopol
A blessing
A tried to buy
An overcoat
Was arrested
Sweet wine they sold
For cigarettes
Sent back on board
Brezhnev
Did the driving
What do I know
It might still be
The darkest place
On earth.
KIDS' PAINTINGS OF THEIR MOTHERS
A refined, young, black-haired woman who plays violin in the orchestra,
Vassili’s mum, was distinctly simeon-featured and aged,
Like a PLANET OF THE APES gorilla.
Dmitri’s mum, who has middle-brown coloured hair, a pleasant generous friendly gal,
Was a cross between Groucho Marx and Leonid Brezhnev.
Heavy uni-brow, this woman’s facial-hair problems were terminal.
Masha’s pretty redhead mother, a doctor, looked like an upended marmalade pot,
Resembling in appearance a hybrid between Elephant Man and the Terminator
Just before the steel-press scene in the TERMINATOR ONE plot
Ivan’s mum, a beautiful actress-type blonde, looked like a circus clown
With sloppy make-up plastered on without a mirror,
With a very Schwartzeneggeresque chin. I couldn’t tell if she was upside down.
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NOTE
Based on actual observation of art class today (21 Feb 2011) in my junior school.
I had to leave the classroom to laugh several times.
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