He neither listened then
nor did he once consider;
he knew, innately
and he saw no need
none at all, to add
sheer silliness, or fickle thoughts
that always seem to seep
from elongated skulls,
receding lines of fur
and flares, round adenoids
extending upward though,
as if to greet the dawning of
refreshing views,
downcast and paperthin of lids
and tearless hollows
left by the hands of gods.
A pity though, the words of Holmes.
I would give you a rather clean dimein an effort to share with you fame.But as much as I searched through my filesI could never discover a wordthat could cover the well-travelled milesand would give me the word I’d not heard.Yet, you must have a middle nameif you send it to me I will seethat…
It was a view not for mere mortals,life was not stingy with rewards,such as this view from Obersalzberg.He’d baptised it Wolfsschanze,with which he had expressed the thoughtthat it would make a launching rampfor the great wolf, son of the old eagle.Today was graduation for ten officers,Sturmstaffel, also called SS,they’d demonstrate the ultimate of all:Life for…
we humans are no different than cattle,so let me tell you now the story of the rattle,The wheel that hums is thought of with respect,the wheel that rumbles loudly must have a defect.The one that’s silent, its alignment is correct,the wheel that squeaks, however, is highly suspect.You keep your eye on all four wheels to…
Soon both dropped to the floorand she shouted ‘no more’,neither wig nor the cig were too big.She was tight-lipped all over, and young.And preferred when a man used his tongue.Walking soft like a hickhe did carry a shtick*liked to use it because he was hung.They were matched like a pair made in Heaven.And they lived…
Er bleibt im Zimmer dann alleinso muss es sein, so muss es sein.Er warf das Tintenfass mit Wutwar stets dem Teufel auf der Hut.Gott gibt den Menschen ihren Mut,laesst sie allein mit ihrem Blut.Darf uns das Reden denn genuegen?Grossworte, sprich, in vollen Zuegen.Die Wahrheit findet man in Kruegenvoll Rebensaft und ohne Luegen.
Stacheldraht trennt uns von drueben –boeser Kommunistentrick.Nickert ein und sieht im Schlafewie der Grenzer ihn erschiesst.Ordnungsmaessig war die Strafeund die treue Werra fliesst.Kleines Boot, bist mir willkommennimm mich mit und die Familie.Wacht sie auf, noch ganz benommen.Ruebenschmaus und Petersilie.
