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Schiller's song of the Bell is his longest poem, a 430 stanza epic about building a church bell that describes the process in technical detail and uses it as a metaphor for society. Here's an English translation:
https://babel.hathitrust.org/cgi/pt?id=wu.89081025074&seq=13
My favorite poem is the condensed version. Loosely translated:
dig a hole
pour bronze in
bell is done
ding dong ding
I like these two a lot. Mainly because they're the only two that stuck with me.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L(a
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Love_Song_of_J._Alfred_Prufrock
The poop that took a pee - Butters
"The Chaos"
Because English will fuck you up.
Pale Fire, because I'm a try hard poser I think
So wie die Ordnung stets in Chaos geht,
wenn keine Kraft dagegen steht,
so herrscht das Chaos nie allein:
Es braucht die Ordnung, um zu sein.
Das Chaos, das sich selbst bezwingt,
indem es langsam Ordnung bringt,
gebiert aus Dunkelheit und Dreck
schön langsam, aber stetig, Form und Zweck,
kurz: Leben, das sich selbst erhält,
und auch im Sturme Kraft behält,
um nach dem Regen neu zu blühn,
so wie auch wir es alle tun.
Little potato when it is born
Spreads its branches on the ground
Little girl when she sleeps
Puts her hand on her heart
I am tiny
The size of a button
I carry daddy in my pocket
And mommy in my heart
The pocket got a hole
And daddy fell on the ground
Mommy who is the dearest
Stayed in my heart
lighght
because it messes with my brain just righght
Here I sit, same as ever. Took a dump, pulled the lever. The toilet clogged. The water flowed. Look out world, it's a motherload!.
Why is it my favorite? I have no idea... Probably because I'm awful.
There was a young lady from Venus, Whose body was shaped like a - DATA!
-Star Trek TNG & Picard
Billy Connolly's "Mary Rose"
Mary Rose
Sat on a pin
Mary rose
How much wood could a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood.
How much shit could a dipshit dip if a dipshit could dip shit.