I woke to this razzamataz, <br />down the street where my lovely Mahnaz <br />had her beautiful flat <br />and a picky old brat <br />who had, daily, the male order blaaahs. <br /> <br />He was known in the street as a nerd, <br />who had somehow been given this bird <br />she was pretty and smart <br />and a work of great art <br />she was shaken and never quite stirred. <br /> <br />Like a real delicious Martini <br />with a hubby but lacking bambini <br />she then thought it her duty <br />to disguise her great beauty <br />so she turned into Mrs. Houdini. <br /> <br />As for me I went back to my bed <br />and the words of the priest 'I thee wed' <br />sang a tune in my ears <br />then it triggered two tears <br />and I went to my Hemi instead.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wild-strawberries-3/
