A limerick a week #112

Das ist mir Wurst

It’s late afternoon in November in the German town of Ettlingen and I’m sitting outside at an Eiscafé eating ice-cream, as one does, whilst trying to compose this week’s ALAW.

Mine’s on the left😎

Germany? Sausages? Bad puns? Here it is:

I’m sat here all starving and glum
With an empty and aching old tum.
In a café so German
The waiter’s called Hermann,
And I’m hungry, but the wurst’s yet to come!

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😎 - Former scientist, now graduated to a life of leisure. - Family man (which may surprise the family; it certainly surprises him). - Likes cycling and old-fashioned B&W film photography. - Dislikes greasy-pole-climbing 'yes men'. - Thinks Thea Gilmore should be much better known than she is. - Values decency over achievement.

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