Poems ✍️

  04.09.2026
  6


Author: Herbert Nehrlich

Me Gremlin

I look at you and cringe,
you sit and whine and winge.
You type your pompous hype,
word salad mixed with tripe.
To please the loony fringe.
(This is what my computer gremlin left for me on the screen) .




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