Size Does - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
In a home for battered ones,
run by aseptic looking nuns
rings the wall-mount telephone
hubby wants to pick a bone.
Woman yells leave me alone
keep to yourself your tiny bone.
It never was what I expected
it is the reason I defected.
Hubby looks at his humdinger
it is bigger than a finger.
Tells his mate that life is tough,
girls can never get enough.
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