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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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A Canadian
Since I had just arrived
from foreign shores
where men are shy
and women tease,
I halted briefly at the dune
and looked straight into
the Southern sun.
You later said you smiled
right when I draped with care
the Mapleleaf upon
what I would call in Latin only
mons pubis, (cute, those curls) .
I've loved Canadian women
ever since. Au Canada.
Herbert Nehrlich
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422.
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A Case Of Having A Need To Know
He questioned them (a need to know) ,
about the prospect of below
and whether it would cost too much
to choose the common way, as such.
He did not have much time he said
and in the morning he was dead.
A smile was seen to grace his face
it showed his joy, this was a case
of knowing what the trip would bring
well in advance of his last fling.
The manager had told him that
it varied with the type of fat
and body mass, as well as age
his book told all, on the last page
it stated clearly that the urn
would have to hold it all; a burn
could never get the stalky parts,
the flames consumed such things as hearts
and livers, anyway, all meat
they'd perish wholly in the heat.
This would, it seemed, take a good hour
depending on the fire's power,
to that you'd add the giant grinder
which needed an attending minder,
it crunched and pulverised all bones
and (through its noise) drowned any moans.
So all in all, the fellow learned
what it would cost him to get burned
as well as what it all entailed
and whether they had ever failed
due to a lack of gas supplies
and had there been a bad surprise
in all the years of operation,
or was it simply speculation
to presuppose that now and then,
a child, or womanfolk and men
were hardly ready for the journey
as they were wheeled in on the gurney?
'Please rest assured', came the reply
'this place sees everybody die.'
Herbert Nehrlich
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423.
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A Chip On His Humpback
His father was a gentleman
his mother was a mutt
the offspring is a little man
a gentleman he's not.
He was in stature really tiny
and had a big hunchback
the Fatherland would call him Heini
and stuff him in a sack.
He, on his visits, misbehaves
and stomps his little feet
which is some feat meant just for Braves
and very hard to beat.
Because, I'll tell you now my friend
if both are in your mouth
you'd have to stoop and strain and bend
to kick the Belles down South.
So get a life, consider glasses
to see the real world
there comes a time when dimwit asses
into the mud are hurled.
Herbert Nehrlich
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424.
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A Choice
The lady was hysterical.
Two dogs on bloody
sleeveless arms.
Both looked near death.
The foaming of
the natural reaction
to bites from
deadly snakes
had well progressed
and words came into his
much stressed
and educated mind.
He told her quickly
in reassuring tones,
that he would, intravenously
pump elixir of life
('twas called anti-venene)
into both mutts,
and not to worry.
He owned a single vial
of the stuff.
there was no time,
no other options.
He gave the younger one
new hope for life.
And watched the other die.
Perhaps it was plain sympathy
that led the Gods
to order
a double funeral
that day.
Herbert Nehrlich
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