The Postman rang his little bell <br />to hand me stacks of letters, well <br />if none would prove to be from her <br />I'd pout and have some sweet liqueur. <br />You may in this not quite concur <br />but even thoughts will cause a stir <br />I'm painting her in aquarelle <br />thus to dispense with his small bell. <br />I am, it's true, a connoisseur, <br />in certain matters, as it were.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-it-were-2/
