The Nazis Wrecked His Herb Garden
The writing on the wall
Explained it was “degenerate”.
Don’t ask me.
Nazis can be crabby.
He took it for the sign it was:
‘If they’d deface some matter of taste,
it’s only a matter of time ...’
So he booked and brooked the Rhine,
And came to Boston
And showed the kids
How he made his herb garden.
And when I was a kid
the kids he showed showed me,
Because there were no nazis in Boston.
Be like Karl and watch for signs:
Employees must wash hands.
Slippery when wet.
Wrong way.
Danger.
Stop.
The nazis wrecked his herb garden.
Copyright © Lawrence Strauss | Year Posted 2020
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