In The Markets Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
In The Markets
She was leaning, you do get my drift?
And the meaning, it gave me a lift.
All she wore down there, nether
was a single blond feather
when she left it was me who was miffed.
I was shopping for camembert cheese.
When I spotted the thighs and the knees.
She was reaching for dip
when I noticed her hip
and the mini that flopped in the breeze.
So I offered to help her retrieve
it was onion and mint I believe.
I shall never forget
that small moment I met
her dear hubby who asked me to leave.
LOL... Herbert! ! I see the 'Mentor' and his 'Mentee' are peering 'In The Markets' at the same time? This is nice stuff! LOL... L
Hip hip hooray! ! ! ! What were you shopping for Herbert? Great fun write, loved it. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
LOL... Herbert! ! I see the 'Mentor' and his 'Mentee' are peering 'In The Markets' at the same time? This is nice stuff! LOL... L
LOL... Herbert! ! I see the 'Mentor' and his 'Mentee' are peering 'In The Markets' at the same time? This is nice stuff! LOL... L
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/2/2024 5:55:02 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Herbie - you delightful dirty old man! Great poem. Light as the feather you describe. Love, Allie xxxxxxx