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Best Poems From
HERBERT NEHRLICH
(04 October 1943)
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1989.
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Of Fishes
A fish can never be a pet,
like dogs and cats and silly parrots,
because his home is always wet
and he despises peas and carrots.
I hope that you now understand
why no one walks with fishes ever,
all pets can spend their time on land
or swim in water, which is clever.
A fish will swallow in the end
a silver, extra sharpened hook.
No fish will ever be a friend
to anybody but a cook.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1990.
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Of Garlic And Apples
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
and a garlic (one clove) keeps the heat in your stove.
But a kiss and a hug beats it all so they say
it will heal all your ailments, by Jove.
Take the apple, the garlic and kiss her sweet lips
if the garlic should wrinkle her nose,
slide your hands to caress her size 42 hips
and inser in her cleavage a rose.
If she still is too cold and not with it at all
you must tell her of those in the queue,
and that touching the subject has barriers fall
that all mankind is waiting for you.
If she senses that others are aiming their gaze
at the man that is close now to hand
you will enter an extraterrestrial blaze
which only the Gods understand.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1991.
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Of Golden Socks
She wore those varsity white socks
and cultivated golden locks.
Both, socks and locks affected though
the orderly and rapid flow
of blood into the brain per se
which turned into a doughy clay
gray matter and the neural mass
the end result was smelly gas.
Herbert Nehrlich
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1992.
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Of Huns And Suns
It is true, my hon
that not all of them, really
will be chipper and fun
so consider this freely
when you sit on your bun
in the morning's wee hours
that I may be the hun
who, like soft April showers
when all's said and all's done
would gift-wrap you in flowers
so when down goes our sun
the unwrapping brings joy
and, done slowly, is fun
you won't be my toy
you're second to none.
And your smile is the web
that our friendship has spun
thus there is no low ebb
or displeasure to shun
you ask about reading
another one wrong
which reminds me of needing
to hear a love song.
And the sun will not grow
inside your pink soul
I know this is so
as the sun is so whole
and you are such perfection
as those secret vibes told
so my own predilection
is your heart, made of gold.
Herbert Nehrlich
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