His father was a gentleman <br />his mother was a mutt <br />the offspring is a little man <br />a gentleman he's not. <br /> <br />He was in stature really tiny <br />and had a big hunchback <br />the Fatherland would call him Heini <br />and stuff him in a sack. <br /> <br />He, on his visits, misbehaves <br />and stomps his little feet <br />which is some feat meant just for Braves <br />and very hard to beat. <br /> <br />Because, I'll tell you now my friend <br />if both are in your mouth <br />you'd have to stoop and strain and bend <br />to kick the Belles down South. <br /> <br />So get a life, consider glasses <br />to see the real world <br />there comes a time when dimwit asses <br />into the mud are hurled.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-chip-on-his-humpback/
