And I Look At It And I Think:

And I look at it and I think: the aunt nice you, clever and kind, but after all your drooped you ten did not change years a dress: soft and convenient, and it is fine, you believe. And your tummy for these ten years, excuse, became the drooped belly so a dress it, before free breed now fits it in a grasp. And your breasts for the same years have decreased and have drooped - so-so, lie small folds on the big belly. And a teeth, especially forward as once for a long time, and you are afraid to address more than execution to the stomatologist. And if still to add liquid, the hair of uncertain colour somehow combed by a small knot also your portrait one to one will be similar to a mortal sin! And it still such good luck that the Cornflower indulges her though occasionally - on an old habit and its primary love, but after all is very fast at it on you, forgive, will not rise, and guilty except you anybody in that will not be! The aunt you, the aunt, I think: After all you should become the best medicine for increase your Cornflower in yours (instead of the stranger) to bed.