It was five o'clock in the morning
when I saw her, and, sweetly, adorning
her pearly white flesh
was a fisherman's mesh
it was black and the colour of mourning.
And the voice of the Father boomed
'For my temple you need to be groomed,
it is one thing to pray
but incur my dismay
and your future is certainly doomed.'
He was reading the ads on the throne
through a window the morning sun shone.
But no tissue at all
on the bum-paper roll
so he ordered some on his phone.
I was dreaming about old age
and was drifting into a small rage
but deliberation
brought realisation
if I'm old I must be a sage.
The old man said there's always a drop
that will fall out right after I stop.
So what is the riddle,
whenever I piddle
my undies do act like a mop?
On Thursday I'll get my new wheels
and today I am head over heels
into revving the Hemi
since the Hemi says 'lemme'
and Mahnaz surely knows how it feels.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loveable-limericks/
