Mantra-Man Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

hm hm hm very fanny
hm hm hm very fanny
hm hm hm very fanny

he muttered this way from very morning
sitting on the bench by the house
drank the fruit juice
'exotic-eritic juice'
did 'large eyes'
was struck dumb

after the minute
he turned the tongue
and then again he started muttering
but already totally different

hmm hmm hmm very very yuck
hmm hmm hmm very very yuck
hmm hmm hmm very very funny


excavator it pulled up in front of the house
noisily braking
it braked the guest for good

half a day

he he he really?

I am not muttering
I am not getting annoyed
at least
I am braking
and oneself often myself

hmm, really?

oh! yes!