Sardines by Herbert Nehrlich

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Sardines

Where have you little devil been
said to her daughter Mom Sardine.
You know that all those budding gills
entice strange fish to search for frills.
And if the males don't feel your stoma
you soon will catch a haematoma
through stainless steel complete with worm
and once you're pierced you twist and squirm
but no one hears your lonely cries
good bye you wave to all the guys
too young to lust in blissful sin
they'll put you, headfirst in a tin.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Sally Clarke (4/24/2006 9:53:00 AM)
I shall never look at a sardine in the same way again....I'll stick to mackerel!

Love Sally X

Gina Onyemaechi (4/24/2006 6:21:00 AM)
Another light and bouncy number.
G.

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Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)