There once was a poet named Gina <br />though she wasn't from Argentina, <br />but she didn't accept <br />that the future is kept <br />by the creatures that have a small wiena. <br /> <br />If she reads what I wrote once again <br />and then copies it with a soft pen <br />she will mumble 'how odd' <br />and then give it the nod <br />and my poem will get one more ten.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/critic-gina/
