Caveman Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Caveman
Inside a dark and silent cave
he heard the sounds of pain,
he'd ventured far, a man so brave,
had thought it a small drain.
Without a sound small geysers spat,
the path lost all its friction,
no need to smell an ugly rat
or face post-haste eviction.
The fit was snug twixt tepid walls,
the ground now wide awake,
he'd left outside his trusted balls
in case there was a quake.
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4/24/2024 2:29:39 AM # 1.0.0.1119
His trusted balls would never quake but caught in a tremor could be a mistake as troglophile living is back and forth and geysers create their own.. up support...