Lacking genetics, empty her head,
age bringing changes without any grace,
dinner for one and alone in her bed
lifting the flabbies, also the face.
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Advent, Advent, es brennt ein Licht
im Bettchen schlaeft der kleine Wicht.
Der Weihnachtsmann kommt kurz vorbei
nach Mitternacht, so gegen zwei.
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To the children, I note, with alarm
that this year we will miss all his charm.
Seems that Santa is ill
and this Christmas he will
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As if a man of mettle
had kissed the Mother Earth
and that each velvet petal
remembered still its birth.
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So is it honour?
An echo coming back now,
for me to answer.
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An earwig who had found his way
into an ear, was there to stay.
He ate the hair and all the wax
then settled back, just to relax.
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It was his eightieth,
they let him out
of solitary.
Nowhere to go.
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To heal the sick he said, the lord's ways are mysterious.
And off he went without my personal donation.
The papers couldn't print it soon enough, the healings,
and what a wonderful true servant of the Lord.
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A cook stood in the kitchen
and stirred Hungarian Stew.
His wife was always bitchin'
that's all this marriage knew.
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