Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Humblepie - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

My uncle had an Angus bull
who liked to have his belly full.
Inside his gut there was a rumble
he was polite, we called him Humble.
One Sunday when I wore a tie
I slipped, fell into Humble's pie.
Not only Humble was surprised
he grimaced and apologised.
All brown and slippery was my shirt
thus fully covered with dessert.
You readers out there, full of wit
please tell, why don't they call it shit.

Comments about Humblepie by Herbert Nehrlich

  • (9/12/2005 11:05:00 AM)

    LOL! ! Need I say more...... (Report) Reply

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  • (9/12/2005 10:14:00 AM)

    Quite good, again H! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 12, 2005

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