Herbert Nehrlich Poems
I always have liked soccer.
Such a rough game.
Such skills required.
on Sunday morning.
When one day,
I found that I needed
It was the honourable
thing to do.
'Twas early morning at the Holy Vatican,
the Pope was making rounds of his small kingdom
Most of the rooms were lavishly appointed
with oriental rugs on all the floors and walls,
and golden trinkets for few eyes to see.
The smell of freshly roasted coffee from the kitchen,
and many cooks in culinary mode,
they stepped through solid portals now, with fourteen locks,