Some little poems do have legs <br />just long enough to buy some eggs. <br />Though for a dozen not enough <br />So, Allan, do you give a stuff? <br /> <br />You know you'd shrivel like a flower <br />and sting like a box jellyfish <br />if God would suddenly turn sour <br />and took away your favourite dish. <br /> <br />I saw your finger's long extension <br />which I will, quite regardless, mention <br />you wear on each of your ten digits <br />small pencils shaped like happy midgets. <br /> <br />So, bleat no more about your hobby <br />I mean to meet you in the lobby <br />right after they bestow the prize <br />I'll say some words, both cool and wise. <br /> <br />Your life is poetry, not eggs <br />you must be there each time one begs <br />to be let out of your big head. <br />Without your poems you'd be dead.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/for-allan-whose-poems-would-buy/
