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Дума про автокефалію


                                                                             1.

                                                                     В одній країні
                                                                                                    (Ні, не в Україні)
                                                                                                    Як тільки зацвіли
                                                                                                    Конвалії,
                                                                                                    Начальство каже:
                                                                                                    – Хочеться мені
                                                                                                    Автокефалії.
                                                                                                    Про це я мрію
                                                                                                    Вже давно,
                                                                                                    Роками виглядаю
                                                                                                    У вікно,
                                                                                                    І сильно мріє
                                                                                                    Мій народ,
                                                                                                    Хоч він того не зна,
                                                                                                    Бо десь пішов
                                                                                                    Сапать город.
                                                                                                    І так, ви знаєте,
                                                                                                    Ота автокефалія
                                                                                                    Зайшла у мозок
                                                                                                    Тим панам,
                                                                                                    Що варто було випити
                                                                                                    Сто грам,
                                                                                                    Одразу десь на березі,
                                                                                                    В Анталії,
                                                                                                    Надвечір, взувшись
                                                                                                    У сандалії,
                                                                                                    Начальство бігало
                                                                                                    Вздовж моря
                                                                                                    І завивало, наче з горя:
                                                                                                    – Де ти, голубонько?!
                                                                                                    Прилинь, автокефаліє!

                                                                                                                     2.

                                                                                                    І вийшло так,
                                                                                                    Що ті страждання і ридання
                                                                                                    Кудись дійшли.
                                                                                                    І в день, як одцвіла
                                                                                                    Конвалія остання,
                                                                                                    В столиці, прямо з-під землі,
                                                                                                    З’явився ніби храм
                                                                                                    З портретом на воротах
                                                                                                    (Ніби Трамп).
                                                                                                     Начальство вибігло
                                                                                                     Із вдячними сльозами,
                                                                                                     Вклонилося й пита
                                                                                                     У того, тіпа, храму:
                                                                                                     – Автокефаліє, це ти,
                                                                                                     Жадана, дорога?!
                                                                                                     А з-за воріт
                                                                                                     Чийсь голос відповів:
                                                                                                     – Ага.

                                                                                                   Далі буде
2018-05-08 11:03:00