The Poetry of
Michael G. Khmelnitsky

Salomé, a young girl, once fretted
That the Brie in her purse had smelled fœtid,
But she was quite merry, enamoured with dairy,
So her purse-cheese she never regretted.

There was once a young girl, Salomé,
Who schmeckt all the lecker Kartoffeln,
She said with a grin (spud juice ran from her chin),
"Well, at least I don't do it too often!"

A young girl, Salomé, once doted
On a man whose name was unspotted.
He'd visit her rarely and treat her unfairly,
But her panties would always leave knotted.