To me it sounds like a variation of a poem by Christian Morgenstern,
But Tetrapilotomos claims it is by "a certain" McSeanagall.
The Impossible Fact
Usmanoff, rich, an aimful rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
"How," he says, his mood restoring
but without his wrath ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
"Did the world's administration
fail in free speech's deprivation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing bloggers' speed?
"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring internet transmission
of a mighty to a wight?
Were the nasty bloggers right?"
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and his shillings soon make clear:
Free speech not permitted here!
And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
[McSeanagall]
The (English version of) the Original (?)
The Impossible Fact
Palmstroem, old, an aimless rover,
walking in the wrong direction
at a busy intersection
is run over.
"How," he says, his life restoring
and with pluck his death ignoring,
"can an accident like this
ever happen? What's amiss?
"Did the state administration
fail in motor transportation?
Did police ignore the need
for reducing driving speed?
"Isn't there a prohibition,
barring motorized transmission
of the living to the dead?
Was the driver right who sped ... ?"
Tightly swathed in dampened tissues
he explores the legal issues,
and it soon is clear as air:
Cars were not permitted there!
And he comes to the conclusion:
His mishap was an illusion,
for, he reasons pointedly,
that which must not, can not be.
