which draws, just like a magnet,
the Krauts and others, magically.
And usually, for the drive home
I take a Laugenpretzel, salty,
and chew to keep me occupied
until the moment comes where I
alone at home, unpack, like presents
the bloodpudding and Harzer cheese,
and have a feast of reminiscence.
This time I drove the open Jeep,
a sudden shower came as a surprise,
it watered me inside and out,
and, like Poseidon, I prevailed,
arrived at home with limp and soggy pretzel.
a Bardolino, ‘tinto vino’inside her button, I was the gluttonwho had admired, and later sireda new idea, better than beer.I was The Don, she turned me onwhile watching Telly, I sucked her bellykept pouring wine, said she was mineand while she smoked, she joked and jokedI think my vice did not enticeshe loved tobacco, I…
and I lived in the otherI’d be your big brother.And at night all your laceI would tie just in caseit should rain from the skyyou would want to keep dry.In the morning I’d wake youget you out and then take youto the trees and the flowerswe would wander for hoursand I might, before lunchpick a…
neither bruises nor blisterswill discourage my dream.Would you take this small tokenfrom the one who will bein your thoughts, perhaps spokenfor the wild and the free.Should this flower not please youwould you send me a kiss?I shall answer to tease youand there’s nothing amiss.And my heart sends a greetingit’s grown happier still,and for you it…
But a kiss and a hug beats it all so they sayit will heal all your ailments, by Jove.Take the apple, the garlic and kiss her sweet lipsif the garlic should wrinkle her nose,slide your hands to caress her size 42 hipsand inser in her cleavage a rose.If she still is too cold and not…
why we ever came to Asia,to the jungles of Malaisia.Broken was that bloody Roverand the engine shipped from Doverwould arrive when the Monsoonhit the region all too soon.Since we had some time to killwe decided that the thrillof the local big Casinowhere they play Blackjack and Kenowould be just the thing to do.I was well-informed…
die Linke haelt die Waage in den leisen Windsie soll bestimmen, ein fuer allemal den Wert.Justitia traegt, im Stolz der nackten Brust,des Blinden Augenschmuck aus Seide schoen gestickt,es ist nicht Duenkel und es treibt sie keine Lustsie sucht nur Wahrheit, die sie immerdar erblickt.Was soll das Weib, so fragst Du, hier in Maennersachen,wie kann Gerechtigkeit…
