A Chip On His Humpback - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
His father was a gentleman
his mother was a mutt
the offspring is a little man
a gentleman he's not.
He was in stature really tiny
and had a big hunchback
the Fatherland would call him Heini
and stuff him in a sack.
He, on his visits, misbehaves
and stomps his little feet
which is some feat meant just for Braves
and very hard to beat.
Because, I'll tell you now my friend
if both are in your mouth
you'd have to stoop and strain and bend
to kick the Belles down South.
So get a life, consider glasses
to see the real world
there comes a time when dimwit asses
into the mud are hurled.
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