If the mouse were a cat
with long claws and all that
she’d compete with the master’s dear spouse.
How is that, you ask, what would a kitten
whether, loyal or hostile or smitten
have that housewives would lack
It’s when pussies attack
the old trousermouse surely gets bitten.
I suggest we all switch to the sprew,
he would sleep in a child’s smallest shoe.
And for gremlins inside
you could tell your sweet bride:
this small sprew is a clue just for you.
so, after rolling out of bedat 5, I’d start the show.A careful fire now, to burnthe boards, dismantled, one by one.I use the tractor – push and turn,support beams fall – I’m having fun.When suddenly my front wheels stickdeep in the ground, I try reverse.I may, if this fails, have to dig,so now I start…
tears.Suffering andshameful things.And remember,it all beganwithnothingbut dreamsand hope.You gave,though not your best,to reachyour lofty goals.Now it is timefor you,at lastto look into your mirrorand smile.
dein Wesen sprichtvon Traeumen und Magie,wenn wir uns sehenschlaegt die alte Uhrdoch langsamer vergehtdie liebe Zeit doch nicht.Du weisst dass ich dich liebees steht lange fest,beruehrst du michist es um mich gescheh’n.Du nennst mich vieles,auch mitunter Bestund deine Seelekann die meine leicht versteh’n.Ein Herz und eine Seele schlagen nunbei Dir und mir, die Zwillinge hast…
Her old man would molestas he was second-bestwhile she played, so she tied off her tubes.
and brought the Russian bullet home.His path led by the doctor’s homehe would not stop as finer thingsawaited at her castle, near the church.With borrowed strength fell in the doorand ‘home at last’ rolled of his lips,frostbitten ears took in the soundand all the meaning of it, before he did,another warrior had arrived beforeand Welcome…
There, greeted by soft walls of rougeand buoyed by waves of her deluge.Hands clasped and tangles of the limbsa shadow glides inside and dimsall light and space, in slow advanceinvited early to the dance.A million little fishies swam,with happy faces over the dam.
