Drugs Or Hugs - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A rather handsome looking stork
whose home Down Under was Cape York
was on his way to a lone cottage
wherein the lights were of low wattage.
This is the reason he was fooled,
(just when he had his long legs cooled) .
He dropped a baby at the house
which pleased immensely just one spouse.
The other was not into hugs
but rather liked a life of drugs.
Mistakes like this have consequences
as drugs affect a human's senses.
What happened there, it was not right,
the stork just needed some more light.
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