Herbert Nehrlich

Rookie (04 October 1943 / Germany)

One - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Sitting here with my old gun
name is Herbie, I'm a Hun
through the window peeks the sun
there it is, another ONE.

Is it someone having fun
knowing not that every ONE
is a cousin to the Pun
it is likely he would shun

light of day, so he would run
so when things are said and done
intellect there must be none
could I have another ONE.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, July 3, 2005

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