Two men, named Engelbert and Rolf <br />were playing early morning golf. <br />To keep their mind and skills awake <br />they soon decided on a break. <br /> <br />Two coffin nails would taste just right <br />now all they needed was a light. <br />Big Engelbert said that his BIC, <br />twelve inch in length, would do the trick. <br /> <br />'Good God, where did you find this meanie? ' <br />'It was a present from my Genie.' <br />'Well, where, if I may be so bold <br />can I, your buddie, get ahold <br />of such a wondrous, precious ghost? ' <br /> <br />'He does reside (Bert had to boast) <br />inside my alligator bag, ' <br />he grunted as he lit his fag. <br />The genie who had overheard <br />the conversation, word for word, <br />stuck out his head and said 'you've won <br />your private wish, but only one.' <br /> <br />Said Rolf, who needed a new Tux: <br /> 'Just let me have a million bucks! ' <br />Great darkness now came to the sky <br />a million mallard ducks flew by. <br /> <br />Rolf used his fist and grabbed the shirt <br />of his old buddie Engelbert. <br />'I said a million BUCKS, not DUCKS <br />this genie really, truly sucks! ' <br /> <br />Said Engelbert, 'well I agree <br />just think about it, look at me. <br />And do you think that I would pick <br />in middle age a twelve inch BIC? ' <br /> <br />Written for my special friend Gina.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/size-does-matter-2/
