I don’t care what you tell me,
It’s a B !,
Whatever Germans see.
A Beta-B, a bit more curvy,
Cool and verve-y,
This ligature is formal dress,
A symbol of the bourgeoisie.
But who could guess that it’s an S ?
Well, okay, two, that you compress
(or is it three…?)
Don’t squeeze your esses into messes,
Let each ess breathe free !
And let’s supress this guff, unless,
We let it be a B !
I almost called this poem βcharfeβ-Eβ.