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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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If Wine Is Fine....What About Blueberry Pie
Yes, my scrumptious one,
though I have never, yet
laid eyes or hands upon
your blushing cheeks,
there would be 16 candles,
soft music from 8 tiny speakers
and I could feed you
if you like, by silver spoon
those lusty little portions
of berries resting within crumbs
of smothering cream
all freshly whipped,
and yes it would
be very safe
to trust your eyes
and other senses
when we are close
in gourmand fashion
and wondering whether,
there will be kisses,
and caresses
and other joys.
And later then
when night has come
and time has dwindled
while we were
entranced in
fragrant extrospection
we may be thinking.
Perhaps with hope
in our happy, timid hearts,
that 16 candles
have arrived
at their lives' ending
and will die.
In darkness
we will find our truth.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Kangaroos
A Kangaroo has much to do
it eats the grass with some pizzaz,
it often hops and seldom stops.
And all the males have crooked tails,
in morning's haze can't see the Grays,
much more well-fed, those are the Red.
As you will see, there's Wallaby,
an energetic, aptly genetic
blue blood relation, a revelation
to Yanks and Franks from foreign flanks.
So, tourists, all, come in the Fall
when the 'roo skin is not so thin.
You might say 'ouch' when in the pouch
you see the tyke, but you will like
his little head, there, in his bed.
A Kangaroo is just like you,
except that males have crooked tails.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Leaving (Limerick)
To the people who visit this place
you ain't part of the same human race
my apologies to
the few normal ones who
have no reason to hide their own face.
As you talk of your greatness and verve
while you hide, since you don't have the nerve
when your punishment hits
you'll come down with the shits
may the Gods give you what you deserve.
I shall NOT single out for attention
certain scumbags, there's no need to mention
as you all know the Devil
will soon stoop to your level
and will take you away for detention.
You are welcome to find some more stuff
and make up some if IT ain't enough
as you eagerly search
for new things to besmirch
human beings, you huff and you puff.
As all cowards and backstabbers do
you will only feel safe in a crew
at the end of your bickers
you will poop in your knickers
like orang-outangs down at the Zoo.
So, in saying my final good bye,
I shall never be asking you why
as you cows belch your gasses
what comes out of cows' asses
will most certainly flavour your pie.
Herbert Nehrlich
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Limerick For A Monday
There once was a sheila named Tara
on the day that she said 'Sayonara',
she was off on a trip
on a paddlesteam ship,
it was better than last year's Sahara.
And her ship was named 'African Queen',
with the captain a proud Mr. Bean.
During evening dance
he was making bold plans
but smart Tara, she wasn't too keen.
Then the Purser came, name was Brad Pitt
for a moment she thought he was it.
When a copter flew in
he stepped out with a grin
she had always admired his wit.
They got hitched on the rusty old boat.
By the captain who looked like a goat.
Then the Mister and Missis
were exchanging hot kisses
and the chance of divorce was remote.
Herbert Nehrlich
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