There sits, atop a cherry tree <br />a bird that badly needs to pee. <br />He's eaten cherries to his fill <br />and now is bloated, feeling ill. <br />Bird guts turn cherries into wine <br />for critics here, on Valentine. <br />And if the critics have the gout <br />the wine will drive the acid out. <br />I think that I shall never see <br />another fancy cherry tree. <br />Nor any bird, a cherry thief <br />who, bloated, aches for quick relief. <br />But the idea of cherry wine <br />gut-brewed just for my Valentine <br />is reminiscent of the gout <br />today is it, and I could shout! <br />I'm off now to the local shop <br />to get her present, a new mop.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/something-practical-for-valentine/
