Honeymoon Sonnet - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
In silken sheets of her Italian bed
we consummated after we were wed
the union that each soul is lusting for
woke in the morn to a most fright'ning roar
it was the lion who had left his cage,
again he roamed the streets in fiery rage.
This had to stop, we could expend no lives
of servant husbands and their faithful wives.
The cages at the zoo had been unlocked
all beasts escaped, this moment someone knocked
upon my door, it was the Maitre D.
who whispered 'you must follow to be free'.
A sudden flash of movement caught my eye
gigantic paws swiped at the man, went by
stood in the room in front of her and me
my newlywed cried 'I must go and pee.'
There was no way that we could here survive
oh what a turn, we want to stay alive!
I mumbled loudly, folded hands to pray
while the new spouse yelled 'please just go away.'
And at the sound of irate woman's scorn
that moment at the honeymoon's own morn
the lion shook his mane and arched his back
it soon appeared that he might not attack.
He slammed the door so splinters flew around
went in the lift and pressed the button 'Ground'.
And us? We hopped right into the big bed
to celebrate the fact we were not dead.
And you? In case you think I'd tell a fib
it is the same truth as in Adam's rib.
My friend, about these things one makes no jokes,
and I would never kid you decent folks.
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