I always thought people who amuse themselves by making rhymes and dashing off little verses were idiots. And then, quite unexpectedly, I found myself actively taking part in a poetry contest on milonga’s blog. http://milonga.livejournal.com/283666.html It all started with her lines: It smells of narcotics, of a raver’s shakes, The fashionable little bitch smells of Chanel, The Sailor™ smells of a Canadian breeze, And only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. Added by me: Here it smells of Sliska (Lyubov Sliska, Russian politician) and an unrelinquished flashing beacon, Belov smells of spicy Kondopoga (the town linked to the 2006 ethnic riots), Kadyrov smells of Ksenia Sobchak, Only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. Milonga smells like a great poetess, And Abramovich smells like a wife-stewardess, Moscow’s Spartak smells of loserhood, Only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. Zurab smells of enormous sculpture, Surkov smells of modest charm, The maniac smells of Bitsevsky Forest (site associated with a notorious serial killer), Only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. Fradkov smells like a kindly little hippopotamus, Matzah smells of something non-fasting, And cognac smells of bedbugs too, Only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. The Kremlin towers smell of enmity, User ksue_shen is once again having an affair with someone, Journalist Rastignac Kashin smells of Kashin, Only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. Kolerov smells of some sort of Modest, N. Ivanov smells of youth protest, M. Kononenko is a funny guy, Only V. V. Putin smells of nothing at all. There. I’m a po-et.