Wednesday, March 2, 2011

A Poem For My Pregnant Sister

Tales To Astonish #2 - IL MONDO DEGLI OMINI CARINI (aka: putt aut de faiar)

Inspired from this song:



There was a world populated by so many nice men.

One day a man fell out of the other less nice with the neighbor and shot him.
"For the good life ban all firearms," \u200b\u200bsaid the head of cute men.
A large crowd cheered.
The police became more difficult to enforce the law, and a veterinarian was mauled by a lion, which could not inject the sleeping pill before you visit.

One day a man less cute the other went to bed with the wife of his best friend, who discovered them and took them with sticks.
"For the good life banish all clubs, the bars, and pipes, "said the head of cute men.
An enthusiastic crowd cheered.
Plumbers were all unemployed, the streets without signs and old people without a cane for support.

One day a man less cute the other robbed a passer-by threatening him with a knife.
"For the good life ban all knives," said the head of cute men.
A delirious crowd applauded.
the restaurant was more difficult to cut the cake, the hospital could no longer operate, the men became less cute cute because they could no longer shave, and less Omine pretty nice because they could no longer shave. One day

un bambino omino meno carino degli altri litigò con un amico per una partita di pallone e gli tirò un sasso.
“Per il buon vivere bandiamo tutti i sassi, le pietre, i ciottoli!” disse il capo degli uomini carini.
Una folla festante, entusiasta e in delirio tributò una standing ovation.
Le montagne crollarono, le strade si dissestarono e smaltire i sassi divenne un bel casino.

Un giorno un’omina meno carina delle altre ci provò con il fidanzato dell’amica che le tirò uno schiaffo.
“Per il buon vivere amputiamo tutte le mani!” disse il capo degli omini carini.
“Ma… non abbiamo più i bisturi per eseguire l’operazione”, objected to an astonished crowd.
"Then strappiamocele bites," said the head of cute men.
A crowd applauded not too convinced. The men became less
pretty nice because no one could no longer wash.

One day a man fell out of the other less cute with his colleague over who had the most beautiful shirt and kicked him.
"For the good life all the leg amputee," said the head of cute men.
"AEHM!" Objected one astonished crowd.
"Ah, sorry: strappiamocele bites," said the head of cute men. A crowd cheered
unconvinced. The men became less
pretty nice because by dint of crawling to get around, they scratched the whole body.


One day un'omina less cute the other had an argument on a bus for the post, and spat a passenger.
"For the good life cuciamoci all ports," said the head of cute men.
"Fuck!" Shouted an angry crowd, "Would not it be better to learn to exploit the resources we had available, instead of being transformed into a hairy, dirty, and maimed for nothing cute?"


_ANCHE NOT HERE PERMISSION TO DO SO AS USED COPY SOPRA_

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