Helmut Herzfelde
as John Heartffield did weld
A founder of Dada in 1910
'less is more' his motto then
When young, I drooled over muscular soccer thighs.
I did not a rip about deep blue skies!
I even dated a super FIFA star!
To me, he was a bronzed, god-like,and from Mars.
I’d give up penning boring rhymes.
To once again see those thighs and deeply, sigh!
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Written whilst watching the UEFA_Euro Tournamant
UK vs Italy ....7/11/2021.... Sorry, UK lost!!
~Soccer Thighs reference~
Helmut Rahn is the player referred to!
He played Forward for West Germany.
In FIFA records, Helmut is number 8
after scoring 10 goals in one game.
7/13/20/1
~2~
“Dammit I'm mad” backward is “Dammit I'm mad”
No misunderstanding there, to the point I must add
We can schmooze and cadoodle
Chance a bop on the noodle
A helmut is good protection in case one you have
“Dammit I'm mad” spelled backwards is “Dammit I'm mad”
No misunderstanding there, right to the point I might add
We can schmooze and cadoodle
But chance a bop on the noodle
A helmut is good protection in case one you have
Heard it's good luck if a seagull poops on your head
Screw the good luck, should have worn a helmut instead
Nasty old peckers
Disgusting flying lechers
Gonna shoot 'em down with my bow'n arrow I pledge
Because of my farting
I'm stuck in one room
In my mansion on Hoity-Toit Hill
The force of the gas
Expelled from my ass
Propels me along, “What a thrill!”
As my butt cheeks expand
I aim straight ahead
With a helmut secured to my bean-o
I land with a thud
Don't worry, no blood
Silliest scene you've ever seen-o
I picks meself up
Wipes the sweat from my brow
In the white porcelain bowl I deposit
But after I'm done
Unloading a ton
I've got no more farts in the closet
So I sit for a while
For an hour or so
Till I build up my internal gases
After a few sonic booms
I return to my room
But I sadly broke the lens in my glasses
© Jack Ellison 2014
the street curves away from my window
three white parallels of traffic windrows
shivering in almost invisibly falling snow
the tightly clenched rhododendron fingers
show temperature as well as any mercuric expansion
leafless sapless twiggy limbs hold fat puffed snowbirds
as the pale white sky surrounds their flickering tails
the startling piece of lonely color
a bright red fire hydrant wears it's london bobby helmut
of cheery yellow almost hidden in the colorless roadside shrub
but too loud to be ignored
how far have we gone from orkney seastead warmth
five thousand years of seeking peace
before it finds us
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