Logistics Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

They had it all arranged, or so they thought.
Booked a motel, left word of where it was
this conference of minds, so overwrought.

They had ideas and their own private laws
'twould be a night to talk and maybe touch.
Two bags, the gentleman would pay in cash?
Or, if it's all the same, it would not matter much
to use a card, may I first see your licence, great!
I'll make a copy, if you leave some things behind
we post it off to you, it may arrive there late,
here, take the key and go upstairs, and DO unwind.

They had a time of it, I say no more today,
spilled blueberries on sheets and little fish
and in the early hours they were seen to play
with soap and scrubbing hands and one essential wish.

What if the management would think that blue
and somewhat purple sheets would rate a fee
they'd send the bill for cleaning (something that I knew)
and start the war that would end all, if you ask me.

We took our training there and did, of course, succeed,
white sheets were left and two blue shirts forgotten though,
I kiss your toes my LOVE, and all you say indeed
for going back into the closet, I say OHHHHHHHHH!

We learned them well these lessons, don't you fret me boy,
went back and booked for two big nights, the same motel,
when we arrived we dropped all clothes, said ship ahoy
and life went on that day particularly well.