Herbert Nehrlich - Little Heini

A dipstick likes to rest in oil,
air does reside in tyres.
All plants are anchored in the soil
and flames make up all fires.

I ask you, though, why man's small pin
is not a simple thing.
At night he sometimes wanders in
and leaves a pleasant sting.

But, in the day he hangs between
two duffle bags with wrinkles.
And there he sleeps. Is only seen
occasionally, for sprinkles.

Herbert Nehrlich

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