Mrs Mauser the first
Do they know Mrs Mauser, do they not know her?
They further yes then read in this poem.
You gripped one day I read it exactly,
a different one at, another woman.
I asked reflected, whether thought seriously or not,
She would go quite peeved, I was standing in front of court now.
She bickered and attacked me, very furious well,
She complained about it what I done.
She meant the texts, I have put these,
into the World Net the far one, to an empty field.
I gave double on this, how should be it otherwise,
It smirked and bickered, became you commonly.
I gave up against, read nothing on itself rest once again,
you promised me, what will you do because.
You got on this, quiet you were silent like a grave,
Never moves she, whether again I ruined what?
Could you find nothing more which importantly was you?
What clear or became you suddenly, suddenly?
She had found, not looked after what,
it no journey was it nothing was booked.
You found you her master, at him nothing found,
you bound him you to what into take hold, to what.
Is tired of you now very silently, almost does you to me,
you claim you to talk, I to be not ready.
I am silent now, what still shall I do?
Mrs Mauser with click fish, we let you rest.
Mrs Mauser the second
Mrs Mauser with click fish, you about other writes,
the time, the time only while away whether you?
No honestly it means you certainly anyway, it means you very seriously,
the what you does write what you learn on which down with?
She is looking for the sides brimfully with texts,
what is not on this, good an anger blames for you?
What we would do were not you in the net,
would some be so, not hurt very much anyway?
Mrs Mauser is thorough, looks for you very exactly,
a woman is then finally you, is you.
What is not good knows you write something other so,
they should, with what good sell the time.
Mrs Mauser, Mrs Mauser, what only shall we do,
you would be in the net, us not had nothing to this laugh.
The texts, she would be hidden alone,
left hopelessly, discovered by nobody.
But we happily are because she found you,
unites we sedately, now are connectedly link of you,
It is not always either as sometimes you think,
terrible texts, you take her cry,
but others laugh finds them to this smile anyway,
only wrinkles the forehead the folds with you himself.
You think anyway it cannot go so,
everybody must understand the World Net, it is that way.
Therefore writes everybody, this best only low?
people then like to come back, too,
Mrs Mauser can however to say nothing more,
do not need to complain about other sides,
She would have disappeared for ever, a horror.
But then the story would be, it then would be out.
But thank goodness, there is it, the texts the bad,
Mauser Mrs Mauser has her existence woman meaning.
Unfortunately, Mrs Mauser always either exists no more, for which reasons. She has left the World Wide Web.
Actually too bad. You always about others drew closer, in the reason have I liked you even if. She was I simply made brave, you laugh often. I miss you.