Franz Joseph’s amazed. U2 playing at the emperor’s feast.
Otto’s so big? Some ketchup on my Big Mac, please.

Hitler murmurs to Eva: It’s a beautiful day.
Here’s your yellow star, I’ll protect you anyway.

Nero anguished, finding rhymes, laptop smiling near.
Slaves in jacuzzis. Gipsy, take care, everyone steels here.

Malibu, ice-pits, stink everywhere, food for blue tickets.
Versace to Brad Pitt : Look, I’ve caught some fresh rats.

I’m waiting for my ship. Shining sun, waveless sea.
It has a nice name: Titanic. Fish, octopus I’ll have for tea.
Actually this was my first ever published poem ( in Hungarian). I love it.