JINGLE ON MY SON!

JINGLE ON MY SON!
A doughty champion of his local culture.(Poet Tom Hubbard)Your performance at the city hall was soooooooooo good! Christoph thought it was excellent! (Carolyn)

9.4.17

SONG FOR ANNELIESE


 























You can’t analyse Anneliese,
she has too free a view.
Anneliese flies through the breeze
And makes a dream come true.

She’s a free floater, not a voter.
There’s a song inside her head.
When she dances she prances, no disco romances;
She sways into my bed.

She’s a German daughter, no teacher taught her.
No nails can hold her down.
When she needs to, she’s free to, no rules to bow to;
She wears no fancy gown.

You can’t analyse Anneliese,
she has too free a view.
Anneliese flies through the breeze
And makes a dream come true.

She’s a true feminist, a brainy anarchist.
She has no hatred in mind.
She’ll love and she’ll give and try to forgive;
She’s not the possessive kind.

She’s a poet on skis, on a flying trapeze.
For her beliefs, she’ll travel miles.
She’s a constant surprise, she’s a gleam in my eyes;
I see planets in her smiles.

You can’t analyse Anneliese,
she has too free a view.
Anneliese flies through the breeze
And makes a dream come true.


 


KEITH ARMSTRONG

the jingling geordie

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whitley bay, tyne and wear, United Kingdom
poet and raconteur