WebFunk писал(а): ↑Write a nice song named "Putin in the fridge"
(Verse 1)
I woke up this morning, a little bit strange
Found my kitchen in disarray, everything rearranged
There was something quite odd, something quite deranged
I rubbed my eyes in disbelief at the image engaged
(Chorus)
Putin in the fridge, next to the milk and cheese
Vladimir chillin', in my refrigerator, please
He's keeping cool with the veggies and the dips
My kitchen's turned political, I can't come to grips
(Verse 2)
He was nestled by the lettuce, that cold-hearted man
Frozen in time, with a frosty little tan
I could hear him whisper, from the icicle lips
Tales of Siberia and cold war politics
(Chorus)
Putin in the fridge, underneath the light
Why he’s there, I can't fathom, it just ain’t right
He's sandwiched between the jam and the mayo squeeze
This Russian enigma, chilling with such ease
(Bridge)
Oh, what do you do when world leaders invade
Your personal space, where your food's displayed?
Do you offer them a drink, or show them the door?
Or maybe ask them kindly, what they're looking for?
(Verse 3)
I closed the door softly, took a moment to think
Could this be real, or just too much to drink?
But then a cold wind blew, and I felt the dread
That the Kremlin had moved into my homestead
(Chorus)
Putin in the fridge, in his icy lair
With the frozen peas and Tupperware
Oh, what a sight, it's geopolitically weird
With every opened door, his cold gaze leered
(Outro)
Now every snack’s a summit, every meal a debate
With Putin in the fridge, life's a strange fate
But I've learned to coexist, with this chilly guest
And keep my groceries neutral, at his behest
Remember, with power on ice, it’s quite the scene
Just a day in the life, with Putin in the cuisine