His innate nature being stoic and astute
he kept his nose inside gigantic books most days,
but when she tempted him with her forbidden fruit
he first averted with finesse her loving gaze.
He wore a badge beneath his shorts that stated chaste
it was a pledge of sorts but mostly lethargy,
and when he nodded and went down to have a taste
it was the nectar of the Gods and he was free.
Herbert, nothing better than the nectar of The Gods, don't ya know! Nice reading you again! Best, Theo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sehr gut! ! ! ! Sehr gut! ! ! ! Sehr gut! ! ! ! !