Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

German Beer - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

On Old Olympic Mountain Tops
two Germans sat and chewed some hops.
They had no barrels and no tools
and didn't know that they were fools.
Their hope was that persistent chewing
makes obsolete the need for brewing.
One day, the skys did open up
the two did not possess a cup
thus both did open wide their mouths
and pointed noses to the South.
The rain filled up the empty space
ballooning out each fellow's face.
In minutes came, out of each ear
the best Olympic German beer.
So, you can see that good intentions
can scrap the need for all conventions.


Comments about German Beer by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (5/3/2006 8:27:00 AM)


    Ha ha ha! ! So that's how you guys do it! ! Ha ha ha! ! (Report) Reply

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  • (5/3/2006 8:07:00 AM)


    I wish it was that easy - I'd be out in the rain with a trout mouth all spring! This is witty and original, as usual. Just what the Dr. ordered. (Report) Reply

  • (5/3/2006 8:04:00 AM)


    Putting this my favourites. I can't get enough German Beer.
    Danny
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, May 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 3, 2006


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