21.06.2020, Great Britain, Nottinghamshire
The Poem
The Top O'R
The Top Secret agent Mr. O'Reilly
The Top Secret agent Mr. O'Reilly,
o, shortly, O'R,
sat down
in a railcar
in his deep Russian trip.
And a beautiful Russian Girl Masha
had opened a door:
- Sir, May I come in?
She was so fresh
as a rose from a garden,
her wonderful smell
was so a charming and a nice!
And The Top O'Reilly
was so surprised:
- Oh, well,
I am sure!
"Входите, Мадам!"
- The Saint Petersburg
so long from a Moscow!
This would be impossible
to walk on the ball!
The white puffy snow
Covered roads,
The huge strongest wind
turned all, messing up.
...
The sad final end.
The life had the end.
The prison, and shots.
Nowhere. And all.
Poem By Eanna Inna Balzina-Balzin
"The Top Secret agent Mr. O'Reilly", a poem /
"The Top O'R", a poem
http://stihi.ru/2020/06/21/1291
https://proza.ru/2020/06/21/235
"Топорик, топор, Top O'Rick, Top O'R", исследование лингвиста
https://proza.ru/2020/06/21/230
http://stihi.ru/2020/06/21/1281