There once was a place for the folks
who would write little poems and jokes.
And the place had its rules
both for smartbums and fools
Would you tell me God, the answer to this puzzle in my mind,
I have pondered it for decades since my birth.
Will a cat devour a mouse if she is definitely blind,
will the rain find, in the dark, its way to earth?
There was a letter in my Tuesday mail last week,
airmail and light, the stamp gave it away,
Herr Pastor wrote to say HELLO to all the meak,
and wish our special group a Happy Holy Day.
Am Fenster sitzt ein grauer Spatz
beaeugt von einer alten Katz'.
Der Vogel frisst vom Napf Getreide,
fuellt damit seine Eingeweide.
Der Vater der hatte oft Zorn,
und trug seine Nase stets vorn.
Doch den Blick in die Welt
tat in Beuernfeld
She was still under age,
though what a precious find,
inside a bamboo cage
she looked refined
A preacher named Adrian Finn
had considered that living in sin
with a nubile young maid
who'd ensure he'd get laid
A fat and lazy pussycat
was eying, up a tree, a rat.
The pussycat had been neglected
since nasty flaws had been detected
My conviction that,
for the first 10 years,
breast cancer deaths are
increased in women