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Grimly Curmudgeon proposed

Well, something to cheer you up.

War einmal ein Bumerang;
War ein Weniges zu lang.
Bumerang flog ein Stück,
Aber kam nicht mehr zurück.
Publikum - noch stundenlang -
Wartete auf Bumerang.

or

In Hamburg lebten zwei Ameisen,
Die wollten nach Australien reisen.
Doch in Altona, auf der Chaussee
Da taten ihnen die Füße weh,
Und da verzichteten sie weise
Dann auf den letzten Teil der Reise.


I'm quite amused about this enthusiasm ukrm shows with regard to German
poetry.

 

ogden proposed

What the heck is that? ;-)

 

Ben Blaney proposed

er/sie/es sind gwesen worden waren
wir wurden
Ihr waret geworden
Sie zein

 

"German romantic poetry"

 

ogden proposed

Doh', how could I have missed that. I was just wondering where you
found this gem.

 

Which translates to:

O Feedled Gruntbuggly,
? ... Thy nacturations are to me!
As plurdled gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
or I will rend thee in gabberwarts with my burglecruncheon,
See if I don't!

 

Simes proposed

Nailed it on a stick, you did. Except it's gabberwurtz and not
gabberwarts.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

You are Rambling Sid Bismarck aicmff furtelwanglers.

 

ITYF he's Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz, actually.

 

Rambling Sid *Rumpole*, Mr Gruntfuttock or Dame Cynthia Molestrangler?

And none of them is the answer.

 

Tell me how good you think my poetry is...

Then die in the vacuum of space.

 

I wrote it myself. I thought the terrible Babelfish translation
would be a giveaway!

 

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It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

It's German Poetry night.

 

Ah.... Whooshed me... Obviously a bit dim tonight... Sorry.

 

The novels were better. I'd do a Goldmund/Gollum transference thing
here but it wouldn't be funny.

 

It was somewhere around Barstow, on the edge of the desert, when the

No worries, mate. I will be dim tomorrow night.

 

ogden proposed

No really? You're a genius. Where's your inspiration box?

 

That bit better be in the film, or there's going to be a riot.

Tiff

 

Yeah; I've yet to convince anyone of the connection between "Oh my god,
they killed Kenny! You bastards!" and "You rotten swine! You deaded me!"

There's nothing new under the sun.

;-)

Tiff