A piece of Soviet wit, to keep us entertained.

A contaminated stanza from a Soviet children’s poem:

Don’t be ashamed, o drunkard,
Of your nose,
For it is of the same color
As our red banner.

Perhaps I should write about Soviet “black” poetry next time.

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