Joachim Ringelnatz

From My Childhood

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Papa daddy, Momma-love,
Cozy playpen, home-sweet-home,
Choc'late Santa, Auntie Dove,
Pie tastes just like poison foam.

When I vomit in the hallway
Brother starts to laugh and leer.
When he laughs, hits me Sis' May,
When she hits, cries momma-dear.

Crying sets my papa swearing,
Auntie falls to drinking gin.
When she drinks I'm getting herring:
Herring makes me heave again

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