Flipper Poem by Pierre Rausch

It was a disjointed maniac
The Griffon suddenly removed
And sinister building
If he sees it in a different way
That worked out all right
Too urban for the other
A reward to requite
May they call in justice
Hurt, being nailed up
You say it yourself
How much I love all this
Come soon to me
She could hear in tree
The notice had appeared
A production hall for machines
I'm leaving nothing behind
When I see the future day
What would that be
He just went along
What she had to say next
Will you stay with what had been unfolded
And have a certain opening
Underside of the business
I heard a femal voice in my mind
That secret may show something
Never really thought
A Play-mobile pirate ship