The Fix Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
The Fix
In the Easternmost city New York
lived a man who had hired a stork.
He was keen for a girl
and he gave it a whirl
but the lady was wearing a cork.
So he went without further ado
to the kitchen to get a corkscrew.
He took out the big plug
pinned her down on the rug
soon the stork came to town, it is true.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: city
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