For Adria Moya Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A sheila named Adria Moya
who was born in the town of La Jolla.
Comes across very hot
but perhaps she is not
and it's only my own paranoia.

So elusive, she cannot be seen
although I was especially keen
to discover her nest
which is likely out West
and I know she is pretty and lean.

Well I have on old friend name of Fred,
here is something old Freddy just said:
Keep your feet off this stage
and consider your age
it's like beauty and ole Mister Ed!

So I fired old Fred on the spot,
he's the kettle if I am a pot,
for if Adria sings
it's like air under wings
though a highflying dude I am not.

It's a matter of cyberspace waves
and how any old geezer behaves
when the view of a kind
and erotic behind
is exactly the thing that he craves.