(for Margit and the owls)
The laughter of Uli Keuler
scatters the mangy pigeons,
gives the swifts a current to fly on,
bawls out in The Boulanger,
howls in Hades.
The laughter of Uli Keuler.
The laughter of Uli Keuler
screeches along Lange Gasse,
creeps into Heckenhauer’s,
floats on The Neckar,
catches a train.
The laughter of Uli Keuler.
The laughter of Uli Keuler
climbs over the rooftops,
dreams over Swabia,
booms along Wilhelmstrasse,
scales castle walls.
The laughter of Uli Keuler.
The laughter of Uli Keuler
tickles fraus’ fancies,
ripples new leaves,
bursts open fresh fuchsias,
makes Neptune chuckle.
The laughter of Uli Keuler.
The laughter of Uli Keuler
glows red in the moonlight,
carries off Hoelderlin,
drowns the old sorrows,
lights up the odd glass.
The laughter of Uli Keuler.
The laughter of Uli Keuler
drifts a long stream
and the Tuebingen summer
is golden.
KEITH ARMSTRONG
*Uli Keuler - Tuebingen comedian
