Herbert Nehrlich - September Limericks

Some guys do tell terrible lies.
And some lies can be offered with fries.
I can usually tell
when a mademoiselle
is a fibber; it's all in the eyes.

Human nature is much like a fog.
You grow big from a pollywog.
Only fate can foresee
if you're going to be
a warthog or a frog or a dog.

Since we're now at the subject at hand
listen close and you WILL understand.
Do not tackle the shrew
it's his mission to screw
even Alice-in-Wonderland.

If you find among millions of sinners
in the masses of backstabbing grinners,
that one human who dares
and who loudly declares
only you, as your man and the winner,

then you are, as you probably gather
very lucky, my friend, and you slather
endless love onto her
and a coat of wild fur.....
as you babble and gabble and blather.

Herbert Nehrlich

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