De vreo doua zile, ma tot distrez rasfoind o carte din copilarie – ‘Topsy Turvy World’ – o culegere de limericks publicata de o editura sovietica (don’t ask why, aia gaseam, aia cumparam).
In afara de limericks, volumul contine si un capitol consistent de epitafuri zambarete, dovada limpede a faptului ca Sapantza are rude si prin alte locuri.
Uite cateva dintre ele, for a taste 🙂
Here lies a cannibal who, now and then,
Forgetting the advice of his physician,
Absorbed the deadliest poison known to men
And died of politician.
In the drinking well
Which the plumber built her
Aunt Eliza fell –
We must buy a filter!
Beneath this stone, a lump of clay,
Lies Uncle Peter Dan’els,
Who, early in the month of May,
Took off his winter flannels.
Si – pour la bonne bouche – unul dintre preferatele mele:
Here lies a poor woman who was always tired,
She lived in a house where help wasn’t hired.
Her last words on earth were: „Dear friends, I am going
To where there’s no cooking, or washing, or sewing,
For everything there is exact to my wishes,
For where they don’t eat there’s no washing of dishes.
I’ll be where loud anthems will always be ringing,
But having no voice I’ll be quit of the singing.
Don’t mourn for me now, don’t mourn for me never
I am going to do nothing for ever and ever.