Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
„We are resolved to drive a clean machine“
A few days later though he broke his neck
Someone had smeared the track with margarine.
His money hedging money: How sublime!
The market prices follow his convention
And when he belches they’re not worth a dime.
Creates a cheerful tribe of ever growing fat
These masters of their absolute propriety
Can be exterminated by a single swishing bat.
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