Herbert Nehrlich - Honeybuns

She called him from the balcony,
four stories up, while he splashed in the pool.
Seems it was time for dinner now,
goulash on wormy beds of Belgian cheese.
And for dessert there would be apple pie,
with sugar crumbs, needless to say,
Melitta dark with just a touch of heavy cream.
He much appreciated her haute cuisine,
though not the name of Honeybuns at all.

Herbert Nehrlich

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