Television broadcast, dear!
At the weekend, crying near
All Kanatchikov-phrenia
was aspiring to the screen, -
’Stead of washing, glut the mouth,
take a jab, and drop in drowse,
All-in-all the Mental House
at the TV-box was seen.

Phrase-creator, blabber brightes
went on speaking wringing hands
On the impotence of sciences
before the Bermuda Lands, -

Convolutions tied like laces,
put in pieces is the brain -
And authorities at places
are injecting us again.

Mr. Editor-Corrector!
Show better a reactor,
On the moon a lovely tractor!
One should not! - the year round:
Now scared by nasty saucers -
that for flying have resources,
Now crows bark, - you know this,
now ruins speak around.

Of something we made a go -
we send saucers flying high, -
We’re never eating crow
on them, if the cooks don’t lie.

And a pile of medicine - Judas -
to a john, who’s not a fool.
So we live, ’n’ look - the Bermudas!
Well, I never! What a bull!

We have scarcely made a scandal
lacking for a chief to handle:
Violent is a seldom mental -
so no leaders, not a fig.
But for fantasies and nuisance
have we snares, have we nooses -
Never spoil our shmoothies,
evil enemy’s intrigues.

That is all by western devils
that BerMutilate the gist,
It was Churchill first to tell this
sixty years back at least!

On explosions and disasters
we composed a Note of TASS?...
There orderly were fastest
making fixing among us.

Who displayed a special bold wit
to the beds were tied and bolted.
Paranoiacs had a boiled
fit in the sabbath taking part,
Crying: "Make untied the towels!
Heretics, fanatics!" - howls:
"Is BerMutiny in bowels!
Is BerMutiny at heart!"

Forty heads in turns are whining
to becoming them white hot, -
That’s how much is worrying
the triangle-looking spot!

Almost all got mad and foolish, -
even those who were insane, -
So doc-in-chief, Margulis,
put an end to TV strain.

It is him in a window sliding, -
plugs behind the back he’s hiding,
Gave a hint to someone guiding
to cut off the TV-set.
And we’ll have a jab as well as
falling down a dark well with
Being done for in that well
as if in that Bermudas’ net.

When to see us kids are dropping
in the morning asking: "Dads’
What about are they talking,
for professors’ candidates?"

Since the off-springs always care,
we’ll tell them all we can:
"Miracle is over there -
but it is under a ban!"

Here is a dentist Rudik
having a transistor "Grundig", -
Over it he’s nightly brooding on
the German newsy food.
He was there selling clothes,
went to madness door closest,
Joined us in a dead neurosis
with a name-tag on the foot.

Being in excitement final
with the latest news he struck -
Our scientific liner
in t’ triangle has been stuck:

Perished having spent the fuel, -
gone to many pieces then, -
Two insane from fortune cruel
have been saved by fishermen.

Those alive in cataclysm
stay indwelt in pessimism, -
Yesterday in a glassy prism
they arrived at ours’ first -
A mechanic, one of hidden
said, of nurses getting rid on,
The Bermudas’ polyhedron -
it’s a navel of the Earth.

"What was it? What saved you lonely?" -
Everyone was drawing. But
The mechanic shivered only
scrounging a ciggy’s butt.

He was laughing or was crying,
bristling with unpleasantness, -
Just to mock at us was trying -
schizo - neither more nor less.

Suddenly a former drunkard,
rebel, rowdy has flung at
The triangle: “Should be drunk it!
Drinking down we must split!"
Got beside himself to pipe it:
"The triangle will be wiped! -
Be it a parallelepiped,
or a circle be, blast it!"

 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

Lecturers, the TV-brothers!
You, that one way or another,
Talk about failures rather
make a people’ s nervous fuss!
Take us, doomed, for your objective, -
the triangle turns the active
Scientists just into defective,
quite the contrary - for us.

The idea, yes, is crazy, -
don’t grudge your time to think.
Answer sooner, don’t be lazy
and punish Head physician-shrink!

With regards, the date, subscriptions...
Otherwise, you know what -
If you fail the prescriptions
we’ll write to bingo "Sport".