Friday, 7 November 2014

Otac i sin na Sajmu knjiga


Jedanput ide stari književnik,
ko neki sedi Mandarin,
a za njim tapka, bleji, kulira
iz trećeg braka najmlađi sin.

Sajam je bio i na sajmu
gomila knjiga, tri hale i sprat,
užasna gužva i halabuka,
samo da uđeš treba ti sat.

Kog pisca hoćeš da kupi ćale,
Deteta sklonost kušaše svog,
Bi li Kuelja, Pavića, Baj Ca
il nekog drugog kineskog?

Il možda želiš nešto o ratu?
O srpskoj vojsci da saznaš sve!
Govori, sine, govori brže,

Vreme smrti da kupim, bre?

Krele se češka ajfonom po glavi,
kao da ne zna šta bi sve.
Ah, ćale, ćale, kupi mi, ćale
Kupi ćevape sajamske.


Sad se i ćale češe po glavi,
gledajuć dugo krelca svog.
E, ja sam vol‘o Tolstoja i Ge Džu,
a sin bi mesa roštiljskog....

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