And when time after time <br />they grow lemon and lime, <br />which makes thinking sublime <br />and leads poets to rhyme <br />like a Klingenthal chime <br />in its second year prime. <br />Playing tunes to the mime <br />in a garden of thyme - <br />death by nickel-and-dime <br />bless mein heim, mein sweet heim.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-bad-poem-competition/
