Well, in a convoluted sense <br />I'm always here, in residence. <br />It's true I thought you were asleep <br />but I had promises to keep. <br />Good friends dropped in for a small sample <br />of vinto tinto (I have ample) <br />then came the witchety (a grub) <br />cured after a good garlic rub <br />and bunya pine on open fire <br />the spouse was wearing Biedermeier. <br />We like exotic things to eat <br />and drink Potato Vodka neat<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/more-rhymes/
