Nur als Zeichen, dass ich noch Lebe!
(D’oh werden sich jetz sicher einige Sagen, mir egal :p )
Was gibts an News? Nun am Sonntag erschien mein Jaguar in Version 3, am Montag gewann ich mit 6,4 Metern beim Kirschkernweitspucken, gestern war ich Zettel, der Weber und heute war ich bei der Musterung.
So much from me, here an leg
Dann bis dann
Der Hammer ist geschwungen,
Die N?gel sind gesetzt,
Doch nicht nur notgedrungen,
Verharren wir bis zuletzt.
Der Deckel ist das Letzte,
Was diesem Sarg noch fehlt,
Wir zeigen noch das Beste,
Und wie man uns hier qu?lt.
Das Geld gesparet wird,
Die Lehrer danklos abserviert,
Die Sch?ler hingehalten auch,
Die Obersten schei?en drauf …
Das Reimen wir kaum mehr gelernt,
Grammatik ebenso entfernt,
Der Rechtschreipunk sint treu net wier,
Drei minus Zwei bleibt F?nfe hier.
Bis zum Finale, wir verharren,
Uns macht man lang’ nimmer zum Narren.
Es wird nicht sch?n sein, mehr ein Graus,
Bis wir schalten das Lichte aus!
So, den Unkendenden ein Zeichen, ihr k?nnt mir gestohlen bleiben!
Lange genug habt ihr mich getriezt, die st?ndige Fragerei und das insistierende Dr?ngen. Ihr habt es geschafft!
Ich habe mich zum F?hrerschein angemeldet. So ich hoffe ihr seit zufrieden und haltet jetzt die Klappe. 
PS: W?nsche des Spa?es mit den neuen Pr?fungen, Gl?ckw?nsche zur Entscheidung oder Geschenke nehm ich gerne an.
Based on Midsommernights Dream by W. Shakespeare
Act II Scene 2 From the eyes of a gnat
It was some time ago, when I spotted a beautiful lady in my forrest. I kept in the background of a tree, to wait and see. She sat in the gras and had a talk with some fairies. Stupid little things, a bit shimmering by night, but as soon as you fly around them, they start to defend themselves. Anyway, this lady, layed down in the gras and this flying glims of light started to sing her into sleep, before they vanished. I saw my chance and flew down to Titania, who I recognized now. Suddenly her husband King Oberan appeared, hit me slightly, but I felt down in the gras. Nearly unconsious I saw how he squeezed a liquid in her eyelid, spelling some magical words, I didn’t understand. After he finished, he disappeared again.
I kept lying in the gras until some time later, when I heared more voices coming. I flew up to see who’s there. Two humans came the way. I guess they were tired and they layed down in the summer gras. He seemed to be very anxious to be near her. I already felt jellous, because I thought he might take this meal and her blood. I already was thirsty. But she rejected him after some short discussions and he had to keep quite a distance to her. This was my chance to get something to drink, so I flew down to the girl he called Hermia, landed on her neck and prepared to take a big bite, when I was once again attacked. It was a stinking Puck, who snapped his finger on me. Once again I was laying in the gras, loosing conscious. Last thing I remember was the Puck squeezing something in the boy’s eyelid, spelling magical words. I felt like this happened before, but then I fell unconscious.
This night really wasn’t one of the best. I left the scenery and flew to another way. To meet the next couple running around in the forrest at this late hour. „Well, what luck“, I thought. This time I kept quiet and watched how the guy left. The girl looked terrible depressed. She was pathetic, wandering through the wood, alone. Until she nearly stept over the guy I saw earlier. She was really excited and woke him up. He stood straight and started a speech to the girl. It was all about „true love“, „repenting an Hermia“ and such stuff.
I’m not a smart gnat, but I know what thirst is. So I started a last attempt to get something to drink this night. I chose the girl and went down to get it, but she seemed to get pretty mad at the guy. She hit me very hard, turned and ran away. I had to do an emergency landing on a branch. Everything was hurting. That was a really hard slap.
But the boy wasn’t happy either, he followed the mad girl in the wood. Was he thirsty, too? Why didn’t he take the just awaking girl some meters left? She only asked for a „Lysander“, browsing around, watching for something I didn’t catch. Then she also left the scene.
I don’t know what was up to the people today. Is it full moon? For me the night was over. I tried to stand up, but it hurted. Tried to move my wings, but it was painfull, at least on the left side. I guess it’s broken, but I tried to fly home. …
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One homework we got in our english-course – rewrite a Shakespeare-scene from a different perspective.
I added some nice references, like Forrest Gump.
Gar dummes Weltenende,
kommst du mir oft so nah,
k?nnt greifen dich fast,
doch bist du nie lang da.
Und starren doch die grauen W?nde
hoffnungslos in deine Seel
der Ausblick nicht vergessen lasst
und sch?ret an der off’nen Kehl.
Verfolgt du glaubtest blo? zu sein,
von des Peches wahrem Trumpf,
Hebe nun den Kopfe trotzend,
Und schau gen deiner nah’n Zukunft.
Verzieht sich erst der Wind der Pein,
verschwinden die Wolken des Tr?bsals bald,
bleibe nicht beim Wetter motzend
Und blick’ auf eine bessere Zeit.
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Selten ein Gedicht gemacht, dass so kitschig, platonisch und rumpelhaft gereimt klingt. Geil.