German LimerickEs war einmal ein Mann aus Hann. Münden,Der tat, nur aus Spaß, seine Fürze entzünden.Als einer verpufft,Flog er in die Luft.Ihr könnt als Komet ihn am Nachthimmel finden.
Who Do You Think You Are?Who Do You Think You Are?"I yam what I yam an' that's all I yam!" - PopeyeWell, people ask me that a lotAnd of the answers that they gotNot one could really satisfyI don't say what they want to hearThey say I never make it clear- I'd hate to give a false replyYou see, I don't think who I amI know precisely who I amAnd never change (but that's a lie)
Apocalypse AgainApocalypse AgainI met a prophet at my doorWho spoke, "This world shall be no more.""Well, that's a bummer!" I replied."When do you think will we get fried?""Tonight. But for a hundred quidGod may well refrain from it."Admittedly it rhymes a lot better in American English:"Tonight. But for a hundred bucksGod may decide that smiting sucks.""Well, thus the world comes to an end,'Cause I know better ways to spendMy cash," quoth I to his dismay,"For this old world ain't worth that pay.I'll buy a keg of beer insteadTo get us drunk before we're dead."When the next morning did arriveMy headache said we're still alive
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