SCRIBBLES, DOODLES AND RHYMETHEES

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A variation on a topic by German poet James Krüss (1926-1997). The original poem is called "Wenn die Möpse Schnäpse trinken...". When a crumpet comes to visit Doctor Farkas When two lions build a hotel in a beavers carcass When the chairman of a merman plays the red trombone When a pug sits on his rug and drinks alone When the spillage of a village boils the cabbage loudly When a trilby shows Miss Millby how to ravage proudly When the supervisor crows and kills a bat When an advertiser blows his nose and drills a sett When a llama stirs some drama up in Malibu When an iguana imitates a deer and shouts "O-hoo!" When the church is in the lurch and will insult a pickle When the goose turns to the moose because the waltz is fickle When two tiny pence go prancing on a fence Then I have written a poem But it doesn't make sense

  For Melissa My soul was like a brooding wood Where grandiose words piled up in tree-like spires Which bore no fruit, although the soil was good Only the shadows spawned unclean desires Then you came to my life, your fiery wit Sparked flames among my barren vanities And thereby burned my soul, but made it fit For thoughts like cornfields, words like apple trees