Beef Stroganoff Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

^There once was a sheila named Sigh,
she did try, she did try, she did try.
But the words never came
so this middle-aged dame
joined the crowd known as really small fry.

She has talked to convince many folks
though they thought she was cracking cheap jokes.
When she flattered and cooed
and appeared in the nude
she turned off even pensioner blokes.

They could see that she couldn't quite stand
with the regular ones in the band.
Ask the ones who've perused
all her rough, mitrailleused
words of English, a moron's own brand.

Once old age hit the fan, as they say
she had nothing but crap on her tray.
Who would smell what's gone off
over Beef Stroganoff,
who would ever stop in just to play?