es fehlt ja in dieser welt an Schönheit und Poesie, daher möchte ich hier in lockerer Folge mal Poeten vorstellen die als solche kaum bekannt sind.
Hier zunächst ein Liebesgedicht von George W. Bush, das die Öffentlichkeit seiner Frau zu verdanken hat:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
oh my, lump in the bed
how I've missed you.
Roses are redder Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat, they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him - he ate your shoe.
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.
Violets are blue
oh my, lump in the bed
how I've missed you.
Roses are redder Bluer am I
Seeing you kissed by that charming French guy.
The dogs and the cat, they missed you too
Barney's still mad you dropped him - he ate your shoe.
The distance, my dear, has been such a barrier
Next time you want an adventure, just land on a carrier.
Und hier ein Gedicht, das an philosophischer Tiefe kaum zu übertreffen ist von Donald Rumsfeld:
The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
Die Reihe werden ich mal in loser Reihenfolge fortsetzenAs we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.
Grüsse