Well, Well, Well...... Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

He could be I must say quite a clown
But he'd bought me a 'dressing gown'
Tis from Harrods my dear
But they hadn't (I fear)
Your big size, so got you an eiderdown! !

There are poets and wonderful folks
some write poetry others crack jokes
In the end it's like legs
Or like chickens' small eggs
There's some what will like em - that's blokes! !

She was shopping and spending big money
which to her was amusing and funny
though the spouse at the house
was allowed a small grouse
when she'd bought a GOLD bowl for her bunny! !

There is silence at dawn just for you
clouds of gray with the promise of blue
may I kiss you my sweet
from your mouth to your feet
'Cos I've got nothing better to do.......

In the mist of the Cornish coast
she was up, eating blueberry toast.
Looking smashing at dawn
she was best in the morn',
that's the time of the day she loved most.

There was a young fellow named Rubes
who recycled old radio tubes.
He worked night and all day
and the reason, I say
is he wanted to make rubber boobs.

Note: These six Limericks wer created in a co-operative effort between
myself and a lovely poet from the cold shores of England who decided, at the last minute, to post her name as a co-author thusly:

F*&^5%%#

All comments must therefore be addressed to either myself or to
F*^5%%#.