The Rh Factor - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
A man of positive R H
asked a young lady to engage
in matrimony under God,
which, in its haste was rather odd.
The lady was the youngest one
of Doctor BC Mahajan.
She was, just like the Doc, astute,
and quite astonishingly cute.
But then, in matters of the heart
she proved herself extremely smart.
She'd go for walks with any suitor,
most recently it was a tutor,
from Manipal by name Dinesh.
He was a handsome boy, and fresh!
The girl (her name stays confidential) ,
performed a long and consequential
examination, not by prose,
but through the nostrils of her nose.
Distracting with melodious tones,
she sniffed the fellows' pheromones.
And if this triggered a reaction,
a quick and violent contraction
of what surrounds her charming mouth,
she'd send the bumbling hopeful south.
One day she'd walked along the creek
with Adrian, a rather meek
and scrawny lad with seborrhea
(hailed from the land of Mamma Mia) ,
he smelled like Allium Sativa,
and wore green Lodens from Geneva.
Thus she decided it was prudent
to check the innards of this student.
Up to the lab by elevator,
she was a clever operator.
All tests proved rather optimistic,
they showed the boy to be autistic,
a trifle though, it would be simple
to hush it up; there was a pimple
that graced the candidate's small nose,
it was the size of a large rose.
So, all in all the lad was healthy
but not, by any standards, wealthy,
just one small test was still expected,
a crucial one she had selected,
and when results at last came in,
they wiped her never-ending grin
off in a second. She could see
a union it could never be.
His blood, most likely due to noodles,
showed patterns similar to doodles.
It was a factor widely known
and capable to (all alone) .....
....screw up her plans to have a litter.
It was the end, and it was bitter.
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