Poems ✍️

  12.09.2026
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Author: Herbert Nehrlich

The Error

Early morn on the toilet he sat
squeezed his gluteals hard, 'til he shat.
Though through sleep-drunken eyes
he received a surprise,
while he sat he had shat in his hat.




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