Archive for the 'Haldors poetry'

Full as a volume

Saturday 27 April 2013

"I'm full as a volume!"

(A saying for a taste of my younger son banquets him wealthy. Upon request by the brother also confirmed for yourself. Everything away.)

Oilbamas thick end

Friday 27 August 2010

Here you can read how super great over the oil spill really is. Also in this article . Well here .

There it is, to a 22-mile underwater oil mixture tube in 1100 meters depth:

"The river of hydrocarbons is currently headed southwest, towards Mexico's coastline. That Could cause a nasty international incident in a few months ... "

(The hydrocarbon flow is currently southwest, toward Mexico's coast. This could cause a nasty international incident in a few months ...)

Yes, it will be interesting: (more ...)

Vuvuzelische earache

Sunday 13 June 2010

When two monkeys mate and blowing into his ear with a Vuvuzela them is even the monkeys mama ko, and when the baby is born, the baby has vuvuzelische earache.

Haldor Goeller, 9 years

Vuvuzela: fall from bike

Saturday 12 June 2010

When I wanted to play with my friend, he took out his vuvuzela. I asked what it was. My friend said: "This is a vuvuzela. If I blow you with the vuvuzela in the ear, you need immediately to the ear doctor. "

And as I drove bike with another friend, came at once two boys, they tröteten quite loud in their vuvuzelas.

My friend and I have fallen off the bike, because we have so frightened us badly.

Haldor Goeller, 9 years

Artist name

Wednesday 24 February 2010

With my younger son (9) who wants to be an actor, I came yesterday evening to speak on the topic of artists' names, and he also wrote off the same powerful and within a few minutes, take the following as a question for him on:

Sorokoni Bobon

Kiro Sosonbon

Joni Kasonnero Mibolen

Simon Rain

Fabio Hobertus

Tim Ronokio

Kaa Sinor

Pitt Baboso

Rock Rubobambole

Kisame Sibobon

Rogono Arinera

Mamamia Sonigo

Seiged Ronirominoraino

Vilino Karinarino

Sodelo Arikusus

Zelonel Karibigkini

Selo Kulikwasi

Hipototelrus Schlembake

Teim Sevekula

Bobobo Roninabo

Then he suddenly had no more desire, because the famine was stronger than the urge for poetry.

Greedy as the Father.

We see, however, that even Japanese comics Germans can stimulate the imagination quite small.

The wrong book

Tuesday 26 January 2010

Since I can not write as well and needs to write a book, I had to find a book. But since I was not a book, I asked my dad.

He accidentally gave me a book in his hand, which was written in the old script. I should not understand it, I should just write off properly.

When my dad saw the text because he noticed that the book was written in the old script. He said: "You must not show your teacher."

I asked, "Why not?" My dad said: "The book is in the old script."

I said to my dad, "Daddy, but the book is so old that you see it that it is written in the old script. You've finally read myself. "

Dad said, "I was not paying attention."

(Text, tags, and title of Haldor)

"Muslim and German rights" (R + M)

Tuesday 26 January 2010

Yesterday I went with my two boys to Hammelburger pool, and the disappointment of the offspring was great when we be allowed to enter because of "Women's Day" was (I actually had no idea had, we probably had previously sought in any assembly inlet.).

On the way back to Haldor (9) attracted a lot and thought it must surely fair to also give a "Men's Day", and he did not listen to drill on until I let myself be carried away to tell him that women have with us in many ways provide more rights than men, which is way it is.

At home he was then hear this:

"Hey, Dad, actually it is with us as similar to the Muslims, with us, women have more rights than men, and where it is just the reverse."

(The article title comes on demand, however, without my help Haldor.)

The poem of the Son of fools

Monday 07 December 2009

My son Haldor that tomorrow is nine years old and has long said he wanted time to be an actor (I joked occasionally if its Leutetotbabbelei he would get to the Eighteenth unceremoniously given a puppet theater and then could be so self make), just the following poem has written, if you will, a pig for climate:

There once was a pig

It also had four legs'

It input on many festivals

And drank wine

It was so fine

As his own home

The pig also has two ears

And is lost once one

Then gift 'him one of you

The pig is generally

Day in day out

(The text header is also from him.)