Oh, underbronkest grimm that shruvels me!
I’d really love to rumple someones crest,
but whom shall I berump and what?
it hitherforth is always notherflup
and then – direction will become bewaringless
and underbronkest grimm it get’s unbearingless!
Kategorie: Dichter Darm
Maßgeschneiderte Dichtkunst für den feinen Herren.
Hitherforth III.
To twankle in latorce, my son
But nonetheless to cronk the detch
Is bad, but shrink your flat-to-lance
And struggle through most itchy stetch.
Does this not work, my flappest child
Just wank the shrank in brutest cruck.
Then suddenly patonk gets hilde
This hitherforth is biggest luck!
Hitherforth II.
Hitherforth thou shallt, my friend
not listen tow your sins!
We lay besieged by holyness,
not swivering at chins.
Where theist is tow on tow,
no swivvel did I got,
but if thy dibberwabberling is wonk,
thou shall be Patonk!
Hitherforth I.
Thy swamble tow has swivered yet
to brimble hitherforth, my friend.
So catch thy tow to bliver it
and swaigle to the end.