The mosquito

Very cute mosquito on the sheet, whether Lily, whether Lily.
The work is made of nuts, car candles, copper wire, metal. Color - antique bronze.

SAD, BUT SOLEMN ODE
HEROIC MOSQUITO. the author - Elena Kurguzova.

Not bronze, not steel
But standing on the podium
Metal mosquito
One that, like a hussar
Spider left with the nose,
Taking away from the bloodsucker
Frightened fly,
Alias Tsokotukha.
He died a long time ago
But honor still,
A monument to him as a reward
The candle sticking out of the back
Let automotive,
But, but stable.
The birthday of a mosquito
Bow crawl in the morning
Insects of all kinds,
All colors and hybrids.
"Does not abate the pain of loss"-
Whispering bumblebee Shaggy.
With loud weeping Moth
The Eulogy spoke.
A cockroach at the feet of the Hero
Laid, bent double
Carnation large bouquet
In exactly the parapet.
Enterprising fleas
Brought a Christmas pudding in basket.
Two red-eyed insects
Moonshine poured into cups,
Commemorated fellow,
Tears dripped from the "face".
Ants on the hill
Hastily made the cleaning
Komarov feet washed,
As the Koreans were very vocal.
Water meters contrived,
For knee shall bow,
The crunch of the joints uneasy,
Tears Ter Bunting.
"You are forever in the hearts of us!"-
Bug screamed into the mask,
He wore it always,
The smell of your detested.
Old centipede,
A little tipsy,
Rode around the yard
With a cry of "glory to the MOSQUITO!
GLORY, GLORY, GLORY, GLORY,
GIGGLESOME!!!"