Do not think about the monkey!
Vladimir Abarinov *The European one assured The president is offended by something That the big chimpanze The path back is in the middle of the outskirts of the huts.*He did not bite and, with a colorful scarf Hiding shyly hairy stomach, The house went to the presidency, The president was led somewhere. There he waved his stick, I beat the dishes, staggering like a drunk, And, unrecognized for five days, The monkey controlled the country.