I offer purple lemonade <br />to Ted and also to our Trade, <br />for praising what some see as crime <br />my postings, most of which in rhyme. <br />It never ceases to amaze <br />that some have just veneer and glaze, <br />they stand and say they will debate <br />they call you names (and sometimes Mate) <br />but when it comes then to the crunch <br />they may have gone to grab some lunch. <br />Malont of course must do his chores <br />like doing dishes, mopping floors, <br />if Momma rings her little bell <br />he runs (avoiding Holy Hell) <br />so you can see, that he declines <br />all contact with those verbal mines, <br />and then, there is that little matter <br />that he will see things on a platter <br />of quality and intellect <br />and rightfully he may suspect <br />conspiracy and sheer intrigue, <br />which lives outside his little league. <br />Deep down, he knows about IQ <br />about the taming of the shrew <br />and that is why a little man <br />will brag as often as he can. <br />As if assertion were a tool <br />to make a poet of a fool<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-on-wednesday/
