Omama Poem by Wolfgang Steinmann
Omama
Der Wind blies kalt durch jeden Spalt
Die Omama war alt;
Es fror ihr Knie, so wie noch nie,
Und plötzlich nieste sie.
Die ganze Nacht hat der Wind gekracht
Der Pfarrer fluchte sacht;
Vom Glockenturm fiel in dem Sturm
Das Dach auf einen Wurm.
Wild war der Wind für Mann und Kind,
Gebieter und Gesind;
Doch Omama, die all das sah –
Wie weint sie da!
(frei nach: Spike Milligan: Granny)
This is a translation of the poem Granny by Spike Milligan
Monday, July 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: humorous,nonsense
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