Critic Gina - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
There once was a poet named Gina
though she wasn't from Argentina,
but she didn't accept
that the future is kept
by the creatures that have a small wiena.
If she reads what I wrote once again
and then copies it with a soft pen
she will mumble 'how odd'
and then give it the nod
and my poem will get one more ten.
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