More Rhymes Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
More Rhymes
Well, in a convoluted sense
I'm always here, in residence.
It's true I thought you were asleep
but I had promises to keep.
Good friends dropped in for a small sample
of vinto tinto (I have ample)
then came the witchety (a grub)
cured after a good garlic rub
and bunya pine on open fire
the spouse was wearing Biedermeier.
We like exotic things to eat
and drink Potato Vodka neat
I had a hinto, the tinto vinto and vodka, the guest’s sprits boisters. Which may kill the taste of the Witchety grubs But I beg you, don’t serve Prairie Oysters!
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5/3/2024 3:33:33 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The grubs do have a pleasant taste but one must gently brush and baste them with the Vodka from the freezer that's when you have a tastebud teaser. H