Poem Hunter
Poems
Wild Strawberries
(04 October 1943 / Germany)

Wild Strawberries

I woke to this razzamataz,
down the street where my lovely Mahnaz
had her beautiful flat
and a picky old brat
who had, daily, the male order blaaahs.

He was known in the street as a nerd,
who had somehow been given this bird
she was pretty and smart
and a work of great art
she was shaken and never quite stirred.

Like a real delicious Martini
with a hubby but lacking bambini
she then thought it her duty
to disguise her great beauty
so she turned into Mrs. Houdini.

As for me I went back to my bed
and the words of the priest 'I thee wed'
sang a tune in my ears
then it triggered two tears
and I went to my Hemi instead.

User Rating: 3,9 / 5 ( 4 votes ) 3

Comments (3)

Well, I don't know the characters, but this is great. Hi my old friend. You are, as always, the Limerick King, the best ever. I hope this finds you doing as well as your pen. Just like old times - Love, CS.
I'm touched Herbert... :)) Thank you......I loved this :)
Very beautiful poem Herbert.......I'm sure Mahnaz will love this. Very touching. Sincerely, Mary