A Hyena - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Not a singer and no ballerina
nor the looks of an Angelina,
Vulture one to her friend:
you can see, in the end
she could never attract a hyena.
I shall bring up the subject the day
when my God beams me up, I shall say:
an infallible God,
should consider it odd
to create such inept DNA.
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