Twist Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
Twist
Twist
Who was it then who said you are
with us or if you're not you are with them.
Yes it was George, they call him now the Czar,
he spits, he coughs he throws big specks of phlegm.
You choose my dear, if they are dear to you,
go join them now, they wait for your assist,
but as of now you have for me the lethal flu,
it was a fling of course but what a silly twist.
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