To Sally (11.07.2006)
I love your nick, dear
Though I don’t really know
What makes me see an alley,
Whenever you do show
Up some of your ideas
Come mincing down the lane:
Pure wellness to my ears,
Quite contrary to pain.
As a tiny symbol of admirationwith a thick bundle of good wishesfor your new year, dear Karin,from
Harry Potter’s Night Song – Ruminating on Ginny (03.01.2006)
Simultaneous parody on »Harry Potter« + »Wanderers Nachtlied«
How can I endeavour
She will forever
What I do feel.
The toughts all awake in my head –
Wish I were dead.
Hard to conceal.
To Crystal (8.12.2005)
educated people know when
to follow. A
stal-gazer always does.
as a small
with my best
A Question of Taste (20.11.2005)
Why do some people never smile when being photographed? –
They hate cheese.
There once was the son of a bitch
who met with a scandalous witch.
Imagine his shock:
She swallowed his cock
instead of making him rich.
There was a young virgin of Dover
who helplessly fell for a rover.
She lost all her shame,
took part in the “game.”
Virginity soon had come over.
The Yankees pronounce the name “Rita”
the same as the British do "reader.”
But in cases like this¹,
the Yankees, they miss,
I’m afraid, a more suitable Leader.
¹ current weather conditons (Sept. 21st, 2005)
The meaning of catryona’s name
and themed all her texts
rustling of wit
on a solid and
a valuable gift to her readers 31.07.2005
John Milton adapted
When I consider my virility spent,
Although I have a world of senses to abide
And in the prime of life my fate must hide,
For I am useless, though my soul more bent
To make my wife quite happy and present
To her the utmost satisfaction, lest she chide.
„Do I have any chance, the premisses denied?”
A fool does ask. But Patience to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: „Who then does need
You truly with those virile gifts; who best
Bear God’s mild yoke, serve mankind best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o’er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who understand and wait.
Reflections on Guantanamo Bay
What lower we regard
is something metaphors
„You question mark,
pissed into snow,
you nauseating horror,
vomited against a wall...”
Those are such metaphors,
by which to call
a man whose arrogance
is so extreme
that only they reflect,
to what degree his
despises any human rights.
No wonder, what he thus incites!
(Als kleine Verständnishilfe füge ich diese Übersetzung ins Deutsche hinzu:
„Du in den Schnee gepinkeltes Fragezeichen. Du an die Wand gekotztes Ekel...“,
das sind solche Metaphern für einen Menschen, dessen Überheblichkeit so übersteigert ist, dass nur solcheBilder m. E. wiedergeben, bis zu welchem Grad seine Willkürpolitik alle Menschenrechte mit Füßen tritt. Kein Wunder ist deshalb, was er auf diese Weise entfacht.“)