Pointing

An old and quite obnoxious German who answered to the name of Hermann sat in the church to hear the sermon about the world's disgusting vermin. It saddened him because he knew that even though the words were true this priest (who suffered from the sprue) outside the church was a filou! It wasn't simply the red wine. Oh no, the father was a swine! His female friends now numbered nine he also had a concubine. So Hermann sat. At last he prayed. But soon was sad and quite dismayed. He'd drifted off into the shade and dreamed the dream of getting laid. It would be wise if we refrain though it might go against the grain from drinking Seppelt's own champagne. Before we say Auf Wiederseh'n.