Vierzeiler von Claus Hebell
Creates a cheerful tribe of ever growing fat
These masters of their absolute propriety
Can be exterminated by a single swishing bat.
What is the matter, Fritz? Are you so mad?
I will maintain that I can’t stop my witless caring
While things are hopeless swearing makes you glad.
And the intelligence of crime unmasked
Who can the mystery of man explore:
Whitewashed remains on a dismantled shore.
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