Rolf-Peter Wille
Mitglied
The Tender Monster of Loch Ness
There lived a monster in Loch Ness
that had a lot of tenderness.
It mended cleverly its dress
and never missed a Sunday Mass.
One day the monster met a miss,
a lovely lady—she was Swiss.
Delighted and in sweetest bliss
the monster asked her for a kiss.
"No kiss would surely be a loss.
But wait…, I have to ask my boss."
"Sweet girl", said Nessie, "don’t be cross
and throw my love into the dross!"
The lady cried "Oh, what a fuss!
This love is surely not for us.
Farewell, sweet couz, here comes my bus."
And the relation ended thus.
There lived a monster in Loch Ness
that had a lot of tenderness.
It mended cleverly its dress
and never missed a Sunday Mass.
One day the monster met a miss,
a lovely lady—she was Swiss.
Delighted and in sweetest bliss
the monster asked her for a kiss.
"No kiss would surely be a loss.
But wait…, I have to ask my boss."
"Sweet girl", said Nessie, "don’t be cross
and throw my love into the dross!"
The lady cried "Oh, what a fuss!
This love is surely not for us.
Farewell, sweet couz, here comes my bus."
And the relation ended thus.