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In his twenties he began his job line,
Like everyone without knowing how his jokes will be taken by the hall.
The role does of unimportant interiors inside
And the main thing was that he took in story hold.

The comedy of stand-up was an art of the new, untried,

And who was enterprising tried himself in stress
Of many, somebody then became a right side,
Sometimes their work ended badly among the guests.

He appeared on the stage peering at the faces

And jotted down jokes pertinent wide.
He heard someone loudly in the hall intense.
Trying to be funnier than him… who is he villain?

He stopped speech to make people seed:

He is prevented from continuing sustained,
To pay attention to the beast,
Mute reproach on the faces can’t restrain.

He did not respect the hall, and what to do with lack of fame.

He should please all ladies and gentlemen
The glass above his head whistles by way
Smashed to smithereens, become insolvent.

Hall froze, looking at both, in wild distress

And he stood on the stage not from fear but in peeve,
Sitting on the armchair this one threatened mercilessness
All thoughts staged with ephebe.

Then the master of ceremony entered the stage.

He approached him and took his hand
He whispered that it was better to leave the place,
In his face the ephebe saw fear of a suffering stand.

In place of the volume sat a huge outlaw

And who could prevent him from listening to spoof?
Mafiosi were afraid of every aureole
And this was a weak place for move up.

P.S. And many things he managed to tell in clubs…

Что-то сказал?

Jerry Seinfeld, Collection “I killed,” Crown Publisher, NY 2006.