Записи с темой: многа букф (список заголовков)

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raining down in pieces
В гости к лягушонку пришла рыжая корова. Помычала, покачала умной головой и вдруг спросила:
- Простите, зеленый, а что бы вы стали делать, если бы были рыжей коровой?
- Не знаю, но мне почему-то не очень хочется быть рыжей коровой.
- А все-таки?
- Я все равно бы перекрасился из рыжего в зеленый.
- Ну а затем?
- Затем я отпилил бы рожки.
- А зачем?
- Чтобы не бодаться.
- Ну а потом?
- Потом я подпилил бы ножки… Чтобы не лягаться.
- Ну а потом, потом?..
- Потом бы я сказал: «Посмотрите, ну какая я корова? Я просто маленький зеленый лягушонок».

@темы: Многа букф


An Optimist by Ambrose Bierce

Two Frogs in the belly of a snake were considering their altered circumstances.

"This is pretty hard luck," said one.

"Don't jump to conclusions," the other said; "we are out of the wet and provided with board and lodging."

"With lodging, certainly," said the First Frog; "but I don't see the board."

"You are a croaker," the other explained. "We are ourselves the board."

Ambrose Bierce @ FreeLibrary.com

@темы: Многа букф


Hop-Frog by Edgar Allan Poe

I NEVER knew anyone so keenly alive to a joke as the king was. He seemed to live only for joking. To tell a good story of the joke kind, and to tell it well, was the surest road to his favor. Thus it happened that his seven ministers were all noted for their accomplishments as jokers. They all took after the king, too, in being large, corpulent, oily men, as well as inimitable jokers. Whether people grow fat by joking, or whether there is something in fat itself which predisposes to a joke, I have never been quite able to determine; but certain it is that a lean joker is a rara avis in terris

Poe @ FreeLibrary.com

@темы: Многа букф


The Frog-Prince

One fine evening a young princess put on her bonnet and clogs, and went out to take a walk by herself in a wood; and when she came to a cool spring of water, that rose in the midst of it, she sat herself down to rest a while. Now she had a golden ball in her hand, which was her favourite plaything; and she was always tossing it up into the air, and catching it again as it fell. After a time she threw it up so high that she missed catching it as it fell; and the ball bounded away, and rolled along upon the ground, till at last it fell down into the spring. The princess looked into the spring after her ball, but it was very deep, so deep that she could not see the bottom of it. Then she began to bewail her loss, and said, 'Alas! if I could only get my ball again, I would give all my fine clothes and jewels, and everything that I have in the world.'

Grimm Brothers @ FreeLibrary.com

@темы: Многа букф


Froggy Funnies

Q. How many frogs would fit in your glass of water?
A. Toadily too many.

Q. Why did the frog make so many mistakes?
A. It jumped to the wrong conclusions.

Q. On what planet would a space frog live?
A. Plutoad.

Q. What do frogs play at recess?
A. Jumping jacks and leapfrog.

Q. What do you get if you cross a frog and a french fry?
A. A Potatoad.

Q. What is a frog's favorite snack?
A. Cheese and croakers.

Q. What do you call a young punk frog?
A. A radpole.

Q. Why are frogs good at baseball?
A. Because they catch a lot of fly balls.

Q. What is a frog's favorite cheer?
A. Hop-hop-hooray!

Q. Why couldn't the snake talk?
A. He had a frog in his throat.

Q. What is a snake's favorite weather?
A. Cool and froggy.

Q. What do frog's say after telling a joke?
A. Git-it git-it!

Frog Funnies originally published in Ranger Rick magazine.

@темы: Многа букф



Зелененькою ряскою
Покрыта гладь пруда
Под зыбкою замазкою
Колышется вода…

У берега метелочки
Густого тростника,
А на бугре две елочки
Сквозят издалека.

В пруде колода дряхлая
Спит кверху животом.
Склонилась ива чахлая
Взлохмаченным кустом.

Кря-кря! Плывут от берега
Утята-малыши, —
С лягушками истерика,
Удрали в камыши…

И только жаба важная,
Как-будто напоказ,
Дородная и влажная,
Из тины пучит глаз

В воде бегут пузырики,
Проснулись тростники,
И в сердце, полном лирики,
Рождаются стихи.
Саша Черный

@темы: Многа букф