i've lived among the english
for so long,
that, they practically never
saw me coming;
    i'm giggles a'hoy a mile
apart, with a devilish feline stare
of murmur eyes;
mind you, i love the english,
their docile hum hum hmm
antics,
    you could end up speaking
welsh,
funny that, the welsh are
somehow intact in pride,
  the picts / celts?
seems to me, you have to kick 'em
up their *** to retain
their st. andrews!
jackies wanna ***...
huh?
   tell 'em: ******* first,
          then, you get to ****!
now i really feel like
a deutschejungen (german youth)...
it's a football story,
ah, you haven't lived among
them, you wouldn't know
what's funny...
  mischter boond ischt fer-scht
on the loove-loost-lischt:
sche sche! (no, not she she;
             casablanca: sché sché!)
via the orthodox: schnell! schnell!
bewegen es!
god, german sounds so ****
now, given the omnipresence
of english in a globalised woold.