The need to confess
is the lot of all shepherds
not all sheep survive.

An uplifting note
has arrived from that bastion
it's brown nicker time.

They will fall down soon
as all liars are losers
and losers are whimps.

Those who cannot build
must destroy good creations
we will crush them all.

As the worm in heat
wiggles slowly and quickly
to get laid tonight.

God is my shepherd
he will guide me through valleys
that are vermin-free.

Camembert is cheese
it is made by some Frenchmen
s'il vous plaît means please.

Au revoir Madame
says Michel to Joelle now
she is the concierge.

The name is Quimper
it's a town in Bretagne
they produce good wine.

Herbert Nehrlich

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