Poems ✍️

  02.09.2026
  30


Author: Herbert Nehrlich

His Green Thumb

He disturbed her well earned and deep slumber,
on the telephone, calling her number.
He said, please darling come
I have grown a green thumb
and it's yielded a giant cucumber!




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