Herbert Nehrlich 2
On The Question Of Dew - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
The question was, from one of you
about a certain fluid.
I coined the name (which may be true)
but thought all women knew it.
Let me now whisper in your ears,
it may not be essential,
it's neither apocrine nor tears
and hardly called torrential.
It does neatly facilitate
a certain exploration
it's when the train gets past the gate
and steams into the station.
I do apologise for this
I'm ready for some thunder,
but did you know, an Aussie kiss
finds precious dew Down Under?
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