Errare Humanum Est Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I had, (this happened in a dream) ,
gone to the Lobby for some cream.
The cream was for my special drink
which tastes divine and looks like ink.
Returning to my room I missed
the proper door (well, I was pissed)
and found myself, though unaware
soon on the bed where two quite bare
and ample bottoms were displayed,
it looked like someone getting laid.

I was not welcome as a guest
and suddenly felt really pressed
to organize a swift retreat -
thus gave the order to my feet.
Before I could reach neutral regions
where she, with whom I shared allegiance
was resting in the king-size bed,
this clown pronounced me really dead!
I saw that he must be a nerd
who'd paid for time with this blond bird,
and to my query he said, 'Fool,
I do teach Latin at the school.'
I shouted at him (God be blessed)
'Errare, Sir, humanum est.'