Kraut Stereotypes Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Cabbage is Kraut
fermented then
makes what it's all about
the jury's out
if full-grown men
do like their Sauerkraut.

Their cars are good
so is the food
most certainly raw pork
they really should
be in the mood
to make peace with the storck.

The border fence
a big eyesore
came down in eighty-nine
it made no sense
then to ignore
the demarcation line.

They shot good guys
who wanted out
and mines blew off their limbs
so many lies
out of the snout
of politickin' crims.

And when I go
to visit there
I dream of amber fluid
to let it flow
and sit and share
Pròsit, let us do it.