Мафиозные стишки ко дню Святого Яна Валентайна (или всё-таки Винсента?). Спонсор ссылки Cyrax. Только что перерыла кучу папок в её поисках, так что закину поэзию сюда, чтобы не потерять окончательно. Ибо планирую наделать с ними злобных открыток к этому самому дню, и разослать врагам, ну или кандидатам в .... ну не важно.
My love for you... it came and went.
So your feet are now in wet cement.
I'm here To fulfill your fondest wishes
Now that your husband sleeps with the fishes.
Lie down with me -- it's my final offa,
Or you'll be lying wit' Jimmy Hoffa.
I picked up this card from a slim selection
But that's all they offer here in witness protection.
Be my Valentine, and we can do it execution-style.
Cinderella got her fella, with a slipper made of glass;
So please be mine, Valentine, or I'll have to whack your ass.
Violets are blue, roses are red,
I blew up your car -- So why ain't you dead? личный фаворит
The day we met, my little pet, I knew with just one look
You'd bear a son, and now that's done, So shut your mouth and cook!
Youse da greatest. Youse da best.
But you're as untouchable as Elliot Ness.
Lust is fleeting, true love lingers.
Be mine always and you'll keep your fingers.
Hope da chocolates is good, but y'know, dis ain't really what a guy's heart looks like.
When a goon makes you die,
Cuz you told him goodbye -- that's amore!