And at noon there he was, TSE
worn from travel and bursting to pee.
He said really Hermann
for an expatriate German
you look much to skinny to me.

And he added, I heard through the vines
that you went to that house in the pines.
Ninety sessions to find
something old in your mind
but the doc only found scribbly lines.

They went into the house to debate
how the power of words could relate
to reality's woes
and the story then goes
when they staggered to bed it was late.

In the morning they woke to explore
nearby forests and fields and the lore
of the locals' proud past
when they heard a loud blast
'Twas the vicar who'd bagged a big boar.

Off they went all excited at once.
Passed a gaggle of Austrian nuns.
And 'til late in the night
they had bite after bite
It was simple routine for the Huns.

In the library having some brandy
and Sarotti, sweet milka and candy.
They discussed whether rhymes
still were good in those times
Said the Brit: 'I think rhymes are just dandy.'

Herbert Nehrlich

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