Herbert Nehrlich - Primary School

Two boys of the primary school,
thought it would be exceedingly cool,
if they'd take a big leak
at the end of the week
but their Dad said no 'P' in the ool.

So they aimed for the very top rafter
but the peeing then triggered much laughter.
Very soon it was plain
that much yellowish rain
soaked their clothes and their bodies therafter.

Came the janitor whom they called Master,
and his face looked like fresh alabaster,
'What's the raindrops in here,
they resembles good beer',
well the man was a walking disaster.

Just a snippet from long ago days
we had tricks up our sleeves and our ways,
on some Saturday nights
we hung, glued to the lights
and watched girls in the bath through the haze.

You must picture this, agile we were,
on a ladder or trellis, yes Sir.
Little Gina would moon
like a female Neptun
though the details were sometimes a blur.

Herbert Nehrlich

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