Not Bastards Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Not Bastards
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Every man may appear
to the untrained eye
a true harquebusier
wearing jacket and tie.
And all women could be
like the old battle-ax
in their own fantasy
made of honeybee's wax.
Hence the harquebusier
takes his weapon to bed
as a true musketeer
with his bullets of lead.
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
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4/24/2024 10:55:38 AM # 1.0.0.1119
My dear Herbert when you take your gun to bed make sure it is loaded with blanks Warm regards AJS