Upp Yoors by Herbert Nehrlich

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Upp Yoors

I've never understood those bores
who flash at me their middle digit.
And say, ungracefully, 'up yours'
while keeping their small digit rigid.
So, do they want me on all fours?
I do suspect they own a midget,
perhaps afflicted with small sores?
Vulgarity is often frigid
which presupposes bolted doors.
My friends, I own a double-digit.

Herbert Nehrlich

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Denis Joe (8/16/2007 5:21:00 AM)
I like this very much Herbert. This rhyming scheme is great and there are no obvious rhymes. I still like rhyme, even if my own approach doesn't adopt it. Some may look down on it, but I think that it still has a lot more to it. This poem being a case in point.


Herbert Nehrlich (04 October 1943 / Germany)