Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Cleavage - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

She came into the room,
flaunting, she said, but then,
I do not know what it would be,
that she could use. She grunted,
flashing a pathetic looking one,
some would call cleavage, but not me.
So, I, in turn pulled out my garment,
most dear to me and flashed what,
in a moment of quiet deliberation,
had been exactly measured and recorded,
a true eight inches plus and, thick as a brick.
It was embarrassing but, in a way, so funny.


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  • (7/23/2005 8:33:00 AM)

    We are talking about a poet on site, sorrreeeeeeeeee!
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  • (7/23/2005 8:26:00 AM)

    I think you and Lawrence are on the same line of thinking today...lol! (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 23, 2005



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