At The Medical Library Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

This story is, I swear it, true,
my books were slightly overdue
and as I stood there at the portal
I sensed the aura of immortal
and penetrating energy.

Across the walkway, there was SHE!
She stared, I kid you not my boy
long hair the colour of pure Soy.
Blue eyes were focused on my crotch
so that my mate went up a notch.

Now, I who has experienced often
when ladies smile and quickly soften
in their resolve to play it tough
but this was different, it was rough!
Me, Casanova of my class
confronted by this pretty lass,
was at a loss of what to do
all I could look at was my shoe.

Ten minutes passed and I had not
devised a strategy. The plot
had thickened though I was exempt
my thoughts were spinning with contempt
at my own lack of true pizzazz
when she sat down in the green grass.

Of course, I had a real spouse
who waited at the student house
and straying wasn't in my blood
though once I had been called a stud.

Regret accompanied me home
I suffered like a ribosome.
'What if', I did repeat it much
I could have talked to her as such
and things might then have grown to bear
erotic fruits for us to share.

I changed into the shorts at eight
when wife came in and muttered 'Mate,
you have a rip in your new pants
which could expose your private glands,
what if a stranger saw your skin
and lusted after Ho-Chi-Min? '