In Response To A Fay Slimm Poem Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

May I tell you my dear
that the love of veneer,
imitation and opal from glass
is the cause of much grief
and its loveless relief
I would urge you to polish the brass.

If you know what I mean
just imagine the scene
where the lover straps on a balloon,
serves Madeira in bulk
dresses up like the Hulk
and suspends from the ceiling a moon.

Start the new Dee-Vee-Dee
add some rum to the tea
get your signals from brain to the crotch,
I myself like the scent
of a woman, it's meant
to make felon rise up by a notch.

Why go out of your way
when at home you could stay
you have genuine flesh AND a heart
if you look for new land
then you don't understand
that true love is your state of the art.