Herbert Nehrlich

Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)

Poems by Herbert Nehrlich : 2466 / 3118

The Cook - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A cook stood in the kitchen
and stirred Hungarian Stew.
His wife was always bitchin'
that's all this marriage knew.

One day the cook was cooking
and tired of her poo,
so when she was not looking
he put her in the stew.

A cook stands in the kitchen,
all smiles, he hums and sings.
To stop the constant bitchin'
he had to change some things.

The stew was true Hungarian,
his new ingredient not,
he was no vegetarian
and likes it piping hot.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Poems by Herbert Nehrlich : 2466 / 3118

Mahnaz Zardoust-Ahari (9/20/2005 8:04:00 PM)

ok now where do you get these ideas......
Have you ever seen the movie ' Fried Green Tomatoes'?
You ought to watch it.......I think you'll like it. (Report) Reply