There once was a fellow named Gripp. <br />He let poems roll over his lip. <br />With the Kraut in his genes <br />he has more than the means <br />to write stanzas at fast-moving clip. <br /> <br />On the day of his long ago birth <br />when he made his debut on this earth <br />he was talking in mime <br />but considering rhyme <br />for the future, those poems of worth.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/happy-birthday-andreeeeeeas/
