Herbert Nehrlich - Kiddo

She has a son.
Who married, wow,
what has emerged
as one of those
who do relax
in hempen hammocks
and let the world
go by, go by.

The little one
is who does count.
She's being fed
the enfamil,
with iron, too
and Gerber jars,
Grandma does care
but what to do.

I did advise,
do subterfuge
let crap be crap
and take the child
to have her safe
and give her food,
perhaps a goat
and Lendon Smith.

I like the old
and caring one,
though she will not,
this day and time,
be there for her.

Herbert Nehrlich

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