Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Cheap Wine

Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

You said that life is pretty short
and that we should not think
that we are people of a sort
who save and rather drink
the cheapest wine under the sun.
Then, when I came to visit you,
you poisoned me, why did you Hon?
You fed me tasty Hemlock brew.
And did you kill me for the reason
that you could spend that gold of mine?
And drink the best dropp of the season
and send me where the sun don't shine?


Comments about Cheap Wine by Herbert Nehrlich

  • dissatified exmember (2/1/2005 2:39:00 AM)

    Hey...There's some pretty good OTHER reasons that women live longer.

    But I'm not tellin.

    Hugs
    Jan(Report)Reply

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  • Lenchen Elf (1/19/2005 3:31:00 AM)

    It was a bitter brew from the tone of your poem, good piece H(Report)Reply

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  • Sandra Osborne (1/19/2005 2:21:00 AM)

    Well, better here and there, the last line kind of just ended, but you remain an amazing tallent, and hopefully a friend.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, January 19, 2005



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