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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