Indianapolis News Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Well it makes so much sense to this bloke,
nightly snoring is far from a joke,
if it's two at a time
we shall call it a crime
and the perps, may they sputter and choke.

Do you blame the young man (well who would) ,
he was using a felt covered hood
to be shielded from sound
as he slowly unwound
and he knew that the vibes were no good.

As the night of the moon did unfold
he had fastened her hands to the mould
of her bed which had been
the location for sin
and the nights in New Castle get cold.

When he heard her to snivel and stammer,
(she was using inferior grammar) ,
he jumped out of his bed
and he bashed in her head
with a carpenter's ten kilo hammer.