Poets Meet In London Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

Poets Meet In London

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They met, in London's Springtime haze
and entered into a short phase
of snap assessment of each other,
as if they'd hoped to find a brother,
or, rather an attractive sister.
The one who's called (by Allan) Mister
looked just exactly like I'd dreamed,
moustache and all, his features beamed,
although I 'd guessed a smaller waist
and next to him old fate had placed
Gina, who smiled, (what could she do)
good looking truly was the crew,
mischievous face there on the right
well, I do think, some day I might
be lucky to be in the middle,
and if you want, I'll bring my fiddle.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brit Magby 25 May 2006

Awesome! I love it! It hit some weird nerve ha.

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Gina Onyemaechi 25 May 2006

Yes, bring your fiddle and also your harp, angel Herbs! : -) Love, Gina.

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