No, not a “von”
Is this gent, but a van (“of”) Gogh,
’cause he’s Dutch, not German, you know.
So he’s van (“of”) Gogh;
For in German, H never follows G—
So meine Frau says to me—
In the Vaterland, but this spraak’s* mother;
The two tongues somewhat resemble each other:
In Deutsch, a woman is “Frau,”
In Nederlands, you need more room
For “vrouw, which adds one rune.

I Deutsch-parse “vie geht’s,” it comes out “how ya doin’?”
“Hoe gaat het?” I’m Dutch-construin’;
My wife’s ruin’—
“That’s too literal!” she snorts,
But that’s what iGoogle reports.

While I am on
The subject of the man of Gogh:
It’s not “go,” rather more like “hock,”
Something like Scots “loch,”
But then gargled tracheally,
Merged with a hawking-up spree.

Gooooooooooooooooogh!

Man, that guy sure could paint. . .
Brilliant starness to dispel the gloom
And the sadness of the moon.
Hopeless tune!
Digressions it has galore,
So I think I’ll go on no more.


*tongue’s