Herbert Nehrlich - Limerick Fun Again

There once was Washington Porker,
where the climate is often a corker.
When he grilled his pork chops
someone called for the cops,
seems that chops would offend a New Yorker.

It is strange how we measure each other
with a tape for the one, not his brother
and his sister again
on a scale up to ten
has more rights than her father and mother.

I remember Napoleon well,
he would sleep while attached to a bell,
at a pissy four feet
he would ring in defeat
for his foes, and then sent them to hell.

It is called an abuse of position,
often based on extreme superstition.
But, I blame not the man
who will kill when he can
as it MAY change his disposition

Herbert Nehrlich

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