I really enjoyed The Emperor Norton's poetry game, and keep pondering the poems whose first lines I'd posted.
Methinks I should just post them all in their entirety. Amuse myself, and contribute to your continuing education and the greater glory of the civilized world. I'll arbitrarily start with the third one from my list because it fits the weather.
A sniffle crouches on the terrace
to catch a victim he can harass.
And suddenly he jumps with vim
upon a man by name of Schrimm.
Paul Schrimm, responding with: „hatchoo,“
is stuck with him the weekend through.
That's Max Knight's brilliant translation of Christian Morgenstern's "Der Schnupfen". Here is lots more.
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