Mixing Races - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A Northern Minnesota Hippy
went on a trip to Mississippi.
He didn't like the heat and flies
but fell in love with Southern pies.
When he got used to all the heat
and all the pies that he could eat
it was because a Southern Belle
with agile legs (like a gazelle)
had taken fancy to this Viking
he was exactly to her liking.
And so it happened, black and white
in Mississippi, what a sight!
got hitched and reproduced with glee
some nineteen kids, cute as can be.
As this took off, cohabitation
between the races of the nation
the shades of colour did get blurred
until the last and final nerd
could see that colour was pretext
what will the devil think of next?
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