Talking is copper
silence is gold.
Tell me a whopper,
do as you're told.
Poets ain't people,
we are insane.
Hands in a steeple
nothing is plain.
Think of a mother
caring and soft.
Kind to each other.
Swing in the loft.
Rabid in temper
dropp of the hat.
Fidelis semper
skins the gray cat.
Do not ask Noah
who built the arc.
Spermatozoa
swim through the dark.
What is the measure
of a good man?
immortal treasure,
not Peter Pan.
What a fun poem, Herbert...chock full of goodies. :) Raynette
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Curious, eccentric poem - mixing the witty with the philosophical. love it. Allie xxxx