Pyotr Pavlovich (entering the room): <br />Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster <br />I am carrying someone's elbow <br />Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster <br />Where's Professor De Dispenchin? <br />Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster <br />Where on Earth are office hours? <br />If this little clockie dangling <br />Its two weights a-reaching down <br />Oldish clockie while still pending <br />Flew an arc without a frown <br />Zdagger Upper Ooster Ooster <br />I broke down the rhythm of time <br />Carabeester on a booster <br />Works instead of Zdagger Upper <br />Hand is stretched ever farther <br />Yielding something arrow-handed <br />From one minute to another <br />Rushing blindly as if branded <br />Right from milk-white clockface down <br />Pancake's winding Ooster Ooster <br />Tightly wrapped in dressing-gown <br />Proudly sits the Carabeester <br />He is during office seconds <br />Looking into metered engine <br />So the time will not be wayward <br />Like Professor De Dispenchin <br />Like Andrey Semyonych Zdagger <br />Single-handed Zdagger Upper <br />Cares for Zdagger Upper Ooster <br />His lost hand adjusting aptly <br />Fixing fingers with a hammer <br />Zdagger Upper he is nailing <br />Zdagger Upper Ooster them.<br /><br />Daniil Ivanovich Kharms<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-poem-from-the/
