There once was a fellow from Britain
who had never been stung or bitten.
While he swam in a creek
during Passover week
he saw HER and was instantly smitten.

There once was a bloke from Berlin.
Who would wear on all weekdays a grin.
When he prayed and confessed
it was Sundays (you guessed?)
he would cry over every sin.

She wore tights and high heels and Chanel,
walked the streets like the Aussie girl Elle.
When she flaunted her melons
she alerted all felons,
'twas like ringing the liberty bell.

Herbert Nehrlich

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