Hollow Laughter Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Yes, her laughter rang hollow
but they stayed right behind,
one good reason to follow
was that some were quite blind.

Ah, we hate the assertive
in a woman at that,
throwing glances so furtive
at her dress and her hat.

If we look past our noses
we may see a bit more;
even tulips and roses
may appeal to a boar.

It's a boomerang's giggle
as it homes in on you
will you dance, will you wiggle
or go hide in the loo?