Son-in-law

There lives in the estate the modest son-in-law,
I captured with myself the T-square,
He left money from at home to take,
To buy on them the car,
Also I forgot absolutely about them.
Long it went round cars,
I chose among round tires,
That was interesting,
In a jacket after all it was close,
Hot, the sun bakes,
And it that will come, then will leave,
Having come back again in vain,
Sees, among the woods a dawn,
Thinks, already darkens,
The fear and greed will overcome,
Will run home quicker,
There in kitchen among guests,
The wife waits for it and drinks
Juice, holding in a hand a glass,
For health, modesty of the husband.
Here it comes not for nothing,
He runs on a meeting to it,
Behind a window familiar dawn,
He embraces, kisses, explains to her,
With feeling, with arrangement,
That he suddenly wanted to buy,
For itself and all family car.
I didn't forget about the T-square,
Tu which dragged with itself,
It passed everything, money isn't present,
That won't sing for us a quartet,
That the computer at all disconnected,
What to do?  Money isn't present,
He spoke, there will be an Internet soon.