Belisario Gioja \ LIGHTHOUSE MISHURA ...

Here are two fashionables playing croquet,
They play with money, but they do not have the money.
Here is an old lady playing in boston.
Alas, I lost, I heard a groan.
Suddenly sighs were heard, an exquisite syllable,
Lisette was taken to the alcove by Lovelace.
On the shoe of black sparkles agraf,
The old Count was staring at the leg.
And the leg was spinning and rubbing the parquet,
But it does not take the graph, but the cornet.
The player from excitement lost at risk:
Put it in roulette and looks at the disc.
And the ball on red soon fell.
Player upset - duplon lost

Amalia is walking, all in blue,
On the bridge goes over the old pond,
The moth sat down on the marble of the pot,
Amalia duke in the alcove dragged.
The Marquis had five mistresses once,
And in the club the chefs play in the PAL-MEL.
The dancer, singing a dirty verse,
The parquet floor is polished in the hall.
Grinds one, studying gavot,
The partner will come to him later.
The moon shines above the old boulevard,

Two old hussars took a sip of wine,
Portuguese port, excellent bouquet,
Add brandy, but there's no money.
Gourmet prepared himself an entrecote,
With a bottle of chianti, he gloriously goes.
In secular people, life is one tinsel,
Wine and food, adultery and game.

 Ash Paul

LIFE OF DONJOAN

Balls, Duchesses,
Blondes, countesses,
Awnings, brunettes,
Cooks, sub-snacks,
Temptations, deceptions,
Depraved speech,
All new plans,
Curtains and candles,
Breasts, garters,
Bows, shemsetki,
Misty eyes
Naive nymphet,
A meeting in the attic,
Success and victory,
And tomorrow - in the pawnshop
The estate of the grandfather.

Ash Paul