They stand in uneven rows in the closet.
Today, the chiming clock, which means a difficult battle.
Salads and saucers, wine glasses and glasses,
Today everyone will sacrifice themselves.
The china army is standing - ready for battle
And she looks at the dishes of the hostess with a daring look.
Today they’ll lay the table with glass bodies,
And the first platoon of plates is already thrown under the salad.
And the cotton sounded, the champagne glasses entered the fray,
Bravely accepting champagne,
And then everything in a row - the enemies do not know the measure.
Few wine glasses will return to the closet.
Enemies open their mouths in small piles
Stopariki - infantry, this is not the first time for them:
They went through the garage, they know very well
How small is that break between the first and second.
The enemy arrives, the plates do not give up,
Glasses of cannonade spread out, ringing,
And somewhere near the window the enemies torture the saucer,
Brutally cauterizing the edges with cigarette butts.
Everything was mixed up in a heap: glasses, spoons, people,
The enemy reaches for sprats and falls on the table.
And a little glass on a transparent leg,
Having slipped, it crashed on the parquet floor.
And the glasses went up and the glasses were clinked
And the enemy surrendered their strength to the alcohol displacement,
The salad bowl grabbed a drunkard by the face,
She said: "Retreat, I will delay them!"
With lipstick on the glass and with ketchup on the body
The dish battalion went into the dishwasher.
In the morning again on the table, and new battles.
All for people for happiness he’s ready to break -
Porcelain sixteen personal battalion.
