Herbert Nehrlich 2
'Rrhythmias - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich 2
I took alexithymia
away from her at three,
they found a slight arrhythmia
genetic to the T.
She grew into a fine young maid
the word would be eurythmic,
became a teacher, I'm afraid
and dabbled algorithmic.
Inspite of all her troubled past
she never quite could grasp
that folks would put their spelling last
it made the teacher gasp.
I do agree, if one does choose
to play with foreign tongue,
unless they have a good excuse,
tread lightly or be hung.
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