Forum Future Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

There once was a silly old poet,
he did write but he always would blow it.
So he pointed his thumb
said that others are dumb
they believed it but didn't quite show it.

Soon they joined him in droves under cover,
they would pounce but preferred just to hover.
Then a miracle came
and the deaf took the lame,
and each enemy changed to a lover.

And the forum rejoiced, well at first.
There were many who'd grown a huge thirst.
But with all the bad lingo
Mr. T. hollered BINGO,
and the aneurism suddenly burst.

It was actually an AV formation,
it's an artery leaving its station.
And becoming a vein
which makes everything plain
it's prevented by oral chelation.

Some suggested we all pay a nickle,
to keep this from becoming a pickle.
But a measure of pride
takes us all for a ride
and the world's little people are fickle.

Came the clue from the poet in Tweed,
let the nerds and the ballet boys read,
let us open a harem
that's where we all share 'em
it is Nature's own way to sow seed.

In a year there was so much congestion,
they were happy for AJ's suggestion.
But their love quickly cooled
only little ones drooled
and the poets stopped asking new questions.

Said the teacher, you must resume writing,
as no life can be truly exciting
with just love-ins and pot
so I urge you, do not
shy away from some old-fashioned fighting.