Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

La Seine - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a fellow named Harris,
a comedian whose wife was called Clarice.
They performed on a stage
with old Rolf in a cage
and she took him (so clever) to Paris.

On the top of the Eiffel Tower
when the clock struck the twenty-third hour,
he was left in the rain
looking down on the Seine
but he really had needed the shower.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, July 17, 2008



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