Poems ✍️

  03.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

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The Scentbox had sprung a leak,
he sniffed the air and looked
to the outbox, swollen all week,
a breeze deleted the fur, he was hooked
and his cummint filled up the Inbox,
a forbidden word fell of his lips
they were going to sue off his socks
so he stooped just to take a few sips.




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