Re: Noch eins - doch hier...

....., damit die Nicht-Story-Leser auch in den Genuss kommen:

Das war der Hit in unserer Maturazeitung (1963!, kath. Mädchenschule - keine Zensur!) :

BLACK AND WHITE

Here stay I old black man and sing
and nobody let what for me spring.
Total groggy, I can me not more out.
All is now plem-plem, no doubt.
And overall is abgegrast,
I am with my latein at last.

It must once said be:
This Pipapoo hangs me meterlang to the mouth raus!
You behandle me as the last dreck,
as hampelman of the society,
as a political hanswurst,
as a complete idiot,
as a religious mamakindl
and as a social soupkaspar!

Always the black are the beshittened!
But it is not yet all days evening
and I let me not longer on the nose rumfurn.
The white doofs can me stolen be!
They should them what shame!
I shall them what whistle, shall I ?
They give on like ten naked negros
and speak egalweg from socialism,
but when it on their money goes
then will nobody what know.
Also - nothing behind !
Shit on boom!

Know you, what yesterday a white man to my wife said?
"No, how where it with us, little puppe", said he.
I think, I hear not right!
Stell you so what for!Allerhand, what?
That I call a thing, call I!
It must a pleasure be them all teeth singular to break
and them in the grass bite let!

Heaven-master-god-sacrament-cross-devil-oncemore!
With ourone they can it make - Thinkste!
But they have themselves burned.
They can me crosswise!
This social bluff make I not longer with!
I will pinke-pinke see or it passiers what!
And so I rate you in good:
When you see how a black man sing -
go not forby and let what spring!

Und - haben sich die Zeiten geändert?
fragt Helene

Fremdsprache??

A little Christmas Gedicht
von: Autor not known

When the last Kalender-sheets
flattern trough the winterstreets
and Dezemberwind is blowing,
then ist everybody knowing
that it is not allzuweit:
she does come - the Weihnachtszeit.

All the Menschen, Leute, people
flippen out of ihr warm Stueble,
run to Kaufhof, Aldi, Mess,
make Konsum and business.
Kaufen this und jene things
and the Churchturmglocke rings.

Manche holen sich a Taennchen,
when this brennt, they cry "Attention".
Rufen for the Feuerwehr:
"Please come quick to loeschen her!"
Goes the Taennchen of in Rauch,
they are standing on the Schlauch.

In the kitchen of the house
mother makes the Christmasschmaus.
She is working, schufts and bakes
the hit is now her Yoghurtkeks.
And the Opa says als Tester:
"We are killed bis to Silvester".
Then he fills the Glas with wine -
yes, this is the christmastime!

Day by day does so vergang,
and the Holy night does come.
You can think, you can remember,
this is immer in Dezember.

Then the childrenlein are coming
candle-Wachs is abwaerts running.
Bing of Crosby Christmas sings
while the Towerglocke rings
and the angels look so fine -
well this is the Weihnachtstime.

Baby-eyes are big and rund,
the familiy feels kerngesund
when unterm Weihnachtsbaum they're hocking
then nothing can them ever shocking.
They are so happy, are so fine -
this happens in the Chistmastime!

The familiy begins to sing
and wieder does a Gloeckchen ring.
Zum song vom gruenen Tannenbaum
the Traenen rennen down and down.
Bis our mother ploetzlich flennt:
"The christmas-Gans im Ofen brennt!"
Her nose indeed is very fine.

End of the Weihnachtstime.

Adventsgreetings Zaubermouse ;o))