Huffing - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
They huffed and they puffed and they brought the house down
then they rested with cig's in their bed,
on the Telly appeared the most pitiful clown
it was mostly her face and her head.
As was usual a rise was the hope of the day
but the one on the screen did distract,
would you kindly he said make that bitch go away
for the sake of another lewd act?
So she kicked with her boot at the plasma TV
to make Democrat demons depart
is that him dear or only the top of your knee..
as she said it they both heard a fart.
It was Sarah who'd come to play comedy games
she was dressed in the skin of a moose,
the horizon showed Putin's log cabin in flames
in the air a Canadian goose.
Said the man let us wait for the weekend my dear
I shall get me some oysters and shrimp,
but the thought of those two.....will you get me a beer
it's those women that make a man limp.
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