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Dit is niet mijn eigen werk, maar overgenomen van anderen
P’drecht, 3 mei 2009
Another time, another placeI will never forget your face.
Even when we fall apartI will always keep your memory in
my heart
P’drecht, 10 mei 2009
“ De ideale man is de man
die begrijpt wat zijn vrouw niet zegt…”
“Never let the fear of striking outkeep you from playing the game”
P’drecht, 31 mei 2009
The Sugar-Plum Treeby Eugene Field
Have you ever heard of the Sugar-Plum Tree?It’s a marvel of great renown!
It blooms at the shore of the Lollipop seaIn the garden of Shut-Eye Town.
The fruit that it bears is wondrously sweet(As those who have tasted it say)
That good little children have only to eatOf that fruit to be happy next day.
P’drecht, 17 december 2009
“I used to be lovedrunk
but now I’m hungover
I love you foreverbut now I am sober”
Briljant lyrics by Simple Plan (Lovedrunk)
P’drecht, 24 maart 2010
Many many years ago, when I was twenty-three,I got married to a widow who was as pretty as could be.
This widow had a grown-up daughterWho had hair of red.
My father fell in love with her,And soon the two where wed.
This made my dad my son-in-law,And changed my very life.
My mother was my daughter,For she was my fathers wife.
To complicate the matters worse,Altough it brought me joy.I soon became the father,Of a bouncing baby boy
Z.O.Z.
My little baby then becameA brother-in-law to dad.
And so became my uncle,Though it made me very sad.
For if he was my uncle,That also made him brother,
To the widows grown-up daughter,Who, of course, was my stephmother.
Father’s wife then had a son,Who kept him on the run.
And he became my grandson,For he was my daughter’s son
THE END!
My wife is now my mother’s motherAnd it makes me blue
Because, although she’s my wife,She’s my grandmother too.
If my wife’s my grandmother, Then I’m her grandchild.
And every time I think of it,It simply drives me wild.
For now I have becomeThe strangest case you ever saw.
As the husband of my grandmother,I am my own grandpa!
P’drecht, 10 mei 2010
Ik ben lekker stoutDoor: Annie M.G. Schmidt
Ik wil niet meer, ik wil niet meer!Ik wil geen handjes geven!Ik wil niet zeggen elke keer:
Jawel mevrouw, jawel meneer…nee, nooit meer in mijn leven!Ik hou mijn handen op mijn rug
en ik zeg lekker niks terug!
Ik wil geen vieze havermout,ik wil geen tandjes poetsen!
Ik wil lekker knoeien met het zout,ik wil niet aardig zijn, maar stout
en van de leuning roetsenen schipbreuk spelen in de teil
en ik wil spugen op het zeil!
En heel hard stampen in een plasen dan mijn tong uitsteken
en morsen op mijn nieuwe jasen ik wil overmorgen pas
weer met twee woorden spreken!En ik wil alles wat niet mag,de hele dag, de hele dag!
En ik wil op de kanapeemet hele vuile schoenen
en ik wil aldoor gillen: nee!En ik wil met de melkboer mee
en dan het paardje zoenen.En dat is wat ik wil
en als ze kwaad zijn, zeg ik: BIL!
P’drecht, 9 augustus 2010
“Laughter is the sun that drives winter from the
human face”
-Victor Hugo-