Herbert Nehrlich - The Trout

There once was a fellow named Ted
he was fond of his waterless bed.
While he slept someone came
and took exquisite aim
at the wee one who's called Mister Ed.

Though the bullet glanced off at the glans
he took refuge which gave him a chance,
then he went for a break
to the Mulberry Lake
and made good and appropriate plans.

But the road was now peppered with mines,
and policemen were there giving fines.
he was armed to the chin
so he pulled out the pin
and he sprayed them with pink turpentine.

Then he lit a small Everstrike match
yelled 'my enemies, come please and catch',
but the match was blown out
by a high flying trout
well the day wasn't quite up to scratch.

Herbert Nehrlich

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