Paris Then (For Tante G.) Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

I told her her corpus luteum
belonged in the New York museum.
But the ovary knows
how progesterone grows.
Only she was still in the lyceum.

Did you know about estrogen
it resides in the double chin.
It is one thing you teach
and another to reach
and you only find out once you're in.

She said, Sir will you make your first move,
it must swell to fit into my groove.
If you're diddley-squat
and would rather we not
I can look at the stuff in the Louvre.

But the French cannot simply resist
so I asked if she ACHED to be kissed.
She went home in a huff
ça suffit - it's enough
I never quite learned what I missed.