Little Heini

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A dipstick likes to rest in oil,
air does reside in tyres.
All plants are anchored in the soil
and flames make up all fires.

I ask you, though, why man's small pin
is not a simple thing.
At night he sometimes wanders in
and leaves a pleasant sting.

But, in the day he hangs between
two duffle bags with wrinkles.
And there he sleeps. Is only seen
occasionally, for sprinkles.

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Ernestine Northover 24 January 2006

Herbert, this is hilarious! A very clever way of 'putting' it! Loved this poem immensely. Thanks for the chuckle. Love Ernestine XXX

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Ronberge .. 23 January 2006

When I read the title I thought it was short for 'Heineken'. ; -) Amicalement votre, R.

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In the states we call him Mr. Happy...when he is....and Mini Me when he is not.

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