Hemi - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
'I'ts got to be the five-point-seven,
and nothing less will ever do for me,
you get the taste of honey as they say
and wonder how the bees could fly away.'
'And what about the others', housewife says,
'you'd save a bundle and they use less fuel',
to which I did, with confidence, reply
'you wouldn't have a clue, it's in the genes.'
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