I studied Pavlov 'till the dogs went home,
we had them trained and thought extrapolation
to humans would be logical and as of right,
to use the language of the bureaucrats just once.
Imagine my surprise when, from the blue
a trio (I assume this to be true) , came to me
straight from the distant past and said 'Here is to you.'
Was it the lovely sound of her adagio voice?
I could detect no image, no familiar sound
olfact'ry powers failed to catch the scent,
and then it hit me could it simply be the THOUGHT,
the sight of fallen elm leaves on the ground?
This seat is taken, please inser your coin.
Not to be listened to. Transmission coming through.
Stirred but not shaken. Martini. Yes, the loin.
Imagine my surprise. It's really you!
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stirred-but-not-shaken/
