Climate Does It Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Climate Does It
They say that in Seattle snot
runs out of noses quite a lot.
The weather is, well rather shitty
which, in a way, may be a pity.
There is a creature which has got
a claim. A poet he is not.
And all the sucking up to others
still means that only stupid mothers
could ever say a thing of praise
to poetry of such malaise.
Perhaps you need to explain this one to me, Herbert. Raynette
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4/24/2024 11:09:48 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Actually, this is directed at a Seattleite who thinks he is but... H