A Bad Poem (Competition) - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
And when time after time
they grow lemon and lime,
which makes thinking sublime
and leads poets to rhyme
like a Klingenthal chime
in its second year prime.
Playing tunes to the mime
in a garden of thyme -
death by nickel-and-dime
bless mein heim, mein sweet heim.
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