Автор: Наталя49
Тема:Иронические стихи
Опубликовано: 2015-10-17 20:39:55
Автор не возражает против аналитического разбора и критики в рецензиях.

Мастера

Как приятно,наблюдать,                                                                                                                                              
Ты,мужчина- благодать..                                                                                                                                            
Фигура,статная,вполне,                                                                                                                                            
Эх,нам,побыть наедине...                                                                                                                                          
Но жизнь,есть,жизнь,                                                                                                                                              
Она сурова..Чужой,ты,муж,                                                                                                                                       
Чужой отец,чужой мужчина,наконец...                                                                                                                      
Над телевизором,склонился,                                                                                                                              
На лампы,взгляд,твой устремился...                                                                                                                              
И телевизор,вдруг,ожил,                                                                                                                                            
Меня же взгляд,твой,потушил...                                                                                                                              
Я вспыхнуть вмиг,была бы рада..                                                                                                                                
Да не моя,ведь,ты,отрада.                                                                                                                                          
И пусть не мой. и пусть далекий                                                                                                                               
И пусть,не лебедь,одинокий...                                                                                                                            
Но ,как приятно,наблюдать.                                                                                                                                
Мужик,толковый,благодать.                                                                                                                                  
Как хорошо,когда природа,                                                                                                                                   
Не обделила,сына,года...                                                                                                                                           
И стать и ум и наконец,                                                                                                                                        
Златые руки,как венец.                                                                                                                                        
Что толку, в бестолковом муже,                                                                                                                               
Ведь нам,хозяин,тоже,нужен,                                                                                                                                
А то в постель,он молодец,                                                                                                                                           
А гвоздь,забить- ему, конец...

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Посвящение,другу,мастеру.на все руки,Виталию..