Triple Limerick Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

When the angels shed tears it is raining.
When it thunders it's devils in training.
When you sit on the pot
(in a hurry or not) ,
you'll be freeing things better by straining.

Saw a fellow (an old human being) ,
at a Casuarina tree, peeing.
His companion, a dog,
raised his leg on a log,
he was blind and his eyes weren't seeing.

You may ask what I'm smoking or using,
I'd reply that I'm partial to boozing.
Once they call me a hearse
it's too late for a verse,
until then may my words be amusing.