For months I’ve been getting clicks from the US always wondering who that mysterious reader might be. A relative? An emigrated friend? A student who wants to improve his or her German? Or simply the NSA?
Now, this one is especially for you 🙂
(And whoever you may be, please pardon my BE!)
The NSA wrote me a letter
they’d provide me with a cute prison sweater
‚cause it was about time
I stopped writing crime.
… an e-mail sure would have been better?
When I read the next letter I frowned.
For trouble, it said, I was bound.
If I didn’t stop mocking
they would come knocking.
Did I want my rubber duck drowned?
Trembling with fear I agreed
they’re the most dangerous guys I did meet
and now we are friends
and the story here ends.
I even promised to quit smoking weed.
(Or from now on I’ll be more discrete.)
And I would be so glad to get qualified comments on this 🙂
This limerick is a work of fiction. Characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to events or actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Nice limerick! But would the NSA really send you a letter?
no options left it seems …