Look under

Look under







From the hotbed of creation

In dreamstate.

The cure, bulletin, zeitung

Was in no pill.

Look under.

The cure was in no pill.







The german athletic star was continually ill.

For months doctors were puzzled.

The star would complain of the smell in his room.

On visiting him this was found to be true.

An odor resembling hot-dogs permeated the whole bedroom.







A solution was only discovered by my closely

Watching his brother gert.

Gert was handsome, well-meaning,but slightly a careless type.

Not malicious, I hope you understand and grasp.

No chance.







But on returning from his clerical job, gert

Would park his volkswagen at the end of the day

Willy-nilly in the driveway, usually the wrong way round,

So that the exhaust fumes would flow upwards right through

The open windows of the athletic stars upstairs bedroom.

(carburettor)





I also discovered that gert would turn his engine

Over for up to an hour. I dont know why.

Citizens in my street are also

Partial to this.







Look under.

The cure was in no pill.







Obtaining a new parking space for gerts motor-car, athletic star soon

Recovered.

Unfortunately, this being east germany,

Gert patriotically volunteered to be sent on a labor

Beautification course of the countryside north-west of dresden.

And never seen again.

And never seen again.







Look under.

The cure was in no pill.

Had to look under the window sill.

The window sill.







Look under.

The cure was in no pill.

Had to look under the window sill.

The window sill.