A certain Rudolf called out:
I have eaten too much.
Whether it’s healthy is very questionable.
After such a greasy lunch
I really feel uncomfortable.
But I belch beautifully and smoke
Cigarettes now and then.
Lying on my heavy belly,
I chirp nothing but songs of spring.
Longingly, as though on a ramp
The voice squeals from the throat.
And like an old lamp
The wind blackens the bitter soul.
by ALFRED LICHTENSTEIN (1889-1914)
Public Domain Poetry
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Intriguing, entertaining, thought-provoking poem. Thanks for posting!
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Thanks for reading!
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Have you read his “Prayer Before Battle”? A poem for the times as is Wilfred Owen’s “Dulce et Decorum Est.”
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No, we haven’t, so we need to get on top of that. Thank you for the recommendations! 😄🙏
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It was great until the last line.
Then I had to stop and think.
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Yes, that was our response too! 😋
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