Gitti and Hermann
Coming home from their wedding
Eager at last
To get into their bedding.
But no, what was this?
Tonight of all nights!
The wailing of sirens
And blue flashing lights.
Fingers crossed
It wasn’t their place
But deep down she knew
This wasn’t the case.
Tears in their eyes
Smoke in their noses
As the firemen swung
Their lengthy hoses…
Crisis averted
The damage was small
Couldn’t they live
With no kitchen or hall?
“NEIN” said Hermann
“Ach Mensch, au weia,
Yet again,
We’ll have to call Coya.”
They dialled the number
Told their sad situation
Glad once again
Of his insurance fixation.
As this was their fourth claim
They’d send an adjuster
Just to make sure
Their claim passed muster.
The claim was checked
Declared to be valid
Just one more verse
In their luckless ballad.
They’d rent another flat
Their savings would be spared
They could both stay there
While the damage was repaired.
Their lives could resume
Get back to their old tricks
Go for nice long walks
With their Nordic walking sticks.
Thank god for insurance
Versicherung in German
Gitti thanked her lucky stars
That she still had her Hermann.
She pictured their future
Their children’s laughter
Gitti and Hermann
Happy ever after...
Written by Linda O'Grady, co-author of From the Bürgeramt to the Bedroom
Follow Gitti's adventures
Part 1: Gitti and the burglars
Part 2: Gitti and the water damage
Part 3: Gitti and the storm
