Flönz

"Good news, my Lord. We discovered the sausage of Wisdom!"

"Great! We will roast ist gently in the Holy Grail until the peel will burst and all the wisdom will spread on us."

"Brilliant idea. By the way, my Lord, is there some of the sacred mostard of spicing left?"

"No, the cook spilled it all when he tried to rub it on the rabbit of doom. Maybe he should have killed it before."

"By the way, my Lord, have you noticed the cook leaving this juicy greenish slime trail behind him?"

"Does he?"

"Yes, my Lord, and it smells funny."

"It makes you laugh then?"

"No, my Lord, I mean funny. You understand? It doesn't exactly smell of roses."

"Roses? Oh yes, call for the gardener then."

"The gardener has caught a demonic flu, my Lord."

"Oh, did he? How come?"

"He got stung by a venemous dragonfly in the garden when he tried to pluck those little yellow flowers that you like to have under your bed in order to increase your .. ah .. stamina."

"Poor lad. Will he get through it?"

"Will you be able to read hieroglyphics, my Lord?"

"Hiero.. what?"

"He will die!"

"Alright, who will pluck my flowers then?"

"You don't need them anymore, my Lord?"

"Realy?"

"Realy!"

"Oh, but what about my little problem?"

"We have something different for you, my Lord."

"Great. What is it?"

"This, my Lord."

"A Club?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Great!"

"This is the recently discovered club of almighty virility, my Lord."

"Sounds interesting. How do I use it?"

"We are not quite sure, my Lord. You have to try."

"Okay."

[pause]

"Hm, do I have to hit myself with it or somebody else?"

"I suppose, you have to hit him, my Lord."

"The gardener?"

"No, HIM."

"Ah. Him."

"You understand, my Lord."

"No."

"Okay then, my Lord. Let's start different. Where do you have your little problem?"

"In bed."

"Yes, but where exactely?"

"You mean?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"I prefer the flowers."


..to be continued

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Flönz iss en kölsche Woosch. En Woosch es jet för ze esse us Fleisch, Speck, Salz un Jewöze, mänchmol och met Blot un Jebötts. Dat weed vermangt un in en Därm jedäut, mänchmol och in en Jlas. Flönz iss jet ähnlishet wie de Blotwoosch unn weed och uss Bloot unn Würfelscher vumm Suuspäck jemaat. Äwwer Flönz weed jekoch unn Blotwoosch jeräuschat. Unn deswäjje sinn de Flönz wabbelisch unn dä Blotwoosch bleev och in dä Pann stief wie enn Kummelejoonskääz.