For Jerry - Part I Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A brilliant man that Rosenfeldt
an op a notch above your belt.
You noticed his old fountain pen
he's a stickler among men.
All nit and picking you will need
is thus provided, yes indeed.

He likes his aging instruments
and likely drives Mercedes Benz.
But that, my friend, astute you be
is what he means to you and me.
You will, though groggy, re-appear
and hear the Forum's Hear, Hear, Hear.

I'll spare you what the doc intends
and no, there won't be no amends.
He's ordered from the Blacksmith Joe
four sharpened blades and one small hoe.
They are de-rusting them of course,
and trying sharpness on their horse.

But, heck, why worry, it's in vain,
will you imagine what the pain
and other symptoms would present?
No pills would make a proper dent.

So Jerry, we all know it's tough
and frightening, perhaps it's rough.
You, as we feel are just as weak,
and it is promises you seek.
But we, who know just what is right
will be there after that big night.