Pointing Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

An old and quite obnoxious German
who answered to the name of Hermann
sat in the church to hear the sermon
about the world's disgusting vermin.

It saddened him because he knew
that even though the words were true
this priest (who suffered from the sprue)
outside the church was a filou!

It wasn't simply the red wine.
Oh no, the father was a swine!
His female friends now numbered nine
he also had a concubine.

So Hermann sat. At last he prayed.
But soon was sad and quite dismayed.
He'd drifted off into the shade
and dreamed the dream of getting laid.

It would be wise if we refrain
though it might go against the grain
from drinking Seppelt's own champagne.
Before we say Auf Wiederseh'n.